You know that whole trope where like, the protagonists get teleported up into the aliens’ spaceship or base or whatever and the alien appears to them only it doesn’t appear as it really looks like but rather, since it doesn’t want to scare the protagonists, it takes the form of something we find familiar and pleasing and is like, “I look like your dad or whatever–is this form okay?” Like I think about that trope a lot and I think like, what if the alien couldn’t pick out a form via telepathy and only had earth media to try and decide what form would scare its human guests least and be accepted almost immediately and honestly the more I think about it the more options for what form that might be are just really fun to me.
“I have chosen the form of your earth playwright and composer Lin-Manuel Miranda–do not be afraid. I come in peace.”
“Greetings. I am Glofnorbo of the cloud you call the ‘Pegasus Nebula.’ I have scanned your earth media from afar and empirically decided that you would find the form of the one known as Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson most pleasing. I have come to confer with your leaders.”
“Do not be panic. I come in peace. I have assumed the form of your insectoid demigoddess ‘Hatsune Miku’ so that we may communicate peacefully without my true form horrifying you.”
Pairing: James Potter x Reader || Sirius Black x Reader || Remus Lupin x Reader || Lily Evans x Reader || Severus Snape x Reader .
Warning: Somewhat sexually themed altho not explicitly described.
A/N: I knew that these are more than 3 characters (as stated in the rules) , but I wrote these on my own according so … Ima break my own rules. That doesn’t mean you should, but just a a note, because I probably will do this again in the future.
Also I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope I justified that idea.
Summary: They always said Kim Taehyung had a you-shaped hole in his heart. Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Fluff + light Smut, Skater Boy AU Word Count: 12,819 Author’s Note: Inspired by those Taehyung left version concept photos and mainly sparked by a conversation I was having with @an-exotic-writer so naturally I drafted this as a token of my love and no I am definitely not writing this because talking to Missy certainly does not give me heart problems whatchu mean. I’m also tagging @kimvtae because we were screaming about the concept of a skater boy Tae together.
You’ve always had a very peculiar habit of being drawn towards the things you couldn’t even imagine yourself doing—although you could argue that’s exactly why you found yourself naturally gravitating towards them in the first place. Unlike most people, who might have been taken by an envious desire to take on certain challenges and obstacles that were most likely out of their league, you found a natural peace chasing after something you couldn’t quite obtain yourself.
Maybe it was your own self-awareness or the fact that you never felt confident enough to branch out towards something that was so clearly on the opposite end of the spectrum from what you were normally use to. You’ve always just been content watching other people take on their passions while you remained on the sidelines with your own hopes and dreams and aspirations. It always excited you to see people participating in their interests—so much so that friends would always humor you that it was always the people rather than the activity they were indulging in that drew you in towards them.
That’s probably why you accepted your best friend’s invitation to leave your apartment for once and drive down to the pier, taking refuge across one of the many skateparks that planted themselves across the oceanfront, beyond the cool sand and ocean breeze of spring. Jeon Jungkook always reprimanded you for rarely having the time to come out and see him perform his new spins and flips, which is probably why he seems much more animated than usual at the prospect of finally getting to show off these new skills to you.
Hi everyone! I got a question from @ellenoftroy about my artistic process so I thought I’d post the process for this fox in a dress painting, especially because I’ll be running a contest to give away the original tomorrow! I’ll probably make a prettier post at some point, but for now, here’s how I work!
Now And Forever (Michael Mell X Reader X Jeremy Heere)
Warnings: Swearing, reader gets insulted for being in a poly relationship, just general fluff and worrying boyf riends
Summary: Michael, Y/N and Jeremy are in a wonderful, loving relationship. It’s just too bad that other people can’t see that
A/N: For the anons who requested a BMC one shot. Enjoy!
I walked through the crowded corridor of Middle Borough High School, my head hanging low.
My anxiety was acting up big time, because in the ‘first day of school’ haze I had somehow managed to forget to take my meds.
I made it to my locker relatively unscathed, but I felt a hand on my shoulder suddenly. I tensed up and turned around, relaxing slightly when I saw Jeremy standing there.
“Hey Y/N!” Jeremy said, pulling me into a hug. I buried my head into his neck, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Woah, babe. You ok?” Jeremy said, stroking my hair gently. I shook my head, and Jeremy frowned.
“What’s up?” He asked, wrapping his other arm around my waist. I took in a deep breath and lifted my head, looking him in the eye.
“I forgot to take my meds this morning.” I muttered and Jeremy sighed, gently cupping my chin, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Today’s Tuesday, so you have all your classes with either Michael or I. That way you don’t have to worry about having to sit next to other people.” Jeremy said and I smiled gratefully at him.
I pressed my lips to his, and Jeremy’s hands instinctively flew to my hair. He ran his fingers through it and brought them down to cup my cheeks.
I pulled away slowly, a smile settling on my face. “I love you.” I whispered, pulling him into another brief hug.
“I love you too, Y/N. I should probably go get my books, but I’ll see you in Period 2.” Jeremy said, rubbing circles on my cheek gently.
I felt my heart rate speed up a little as Jeremy walked away, but when I saw that all too familiar red hoodie, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Michael!” I shouted, waving wildly at him. His head perked up, and a smile crept across his face when he saw me.
“Hi Y/N!” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I smiled and took his hand, earning a raised eyebrow from Michael.
“I, uh, I didn’t take my meds this morning.” I explained, and Michael nodded, squeezing my hand reassuringly.
“Thank god today’s Tuesday then.” Michael said as we walked to Period 1, our hands swinging as we walked.
“Yeah. Jeremy said that.” I said and Michael smiled, kissing the top of my head.
We had almost made it to our classroom, but naturally, someone had to interrupt the sense of calm I had.
“What the hell? Wasn’t she just all over that Jeremy nerd?” I heard someone say, and my heart started pounding.
“Michael.” I whispered, trying to calm my breathing but failing miserably.
“She’s such a whore.” “What a freak.” “Slut.” People said, not even bothering to keep their comments to themselves.
“Who the hell gave you guys the right to say things like that?” Michael shouted, and I winced at the sudden burst of anger from him.
“Sticking up for your slut, Mell? You know she doesn’t love you. She can’t if she’s all over your best friend.” Someone said, and I was starting to get dizzy.
“Michael, can we just go?” I muttered, tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie. Michael’s face softened as he turned to me and kissed my knuckles.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t have them saying things like that about you. I love you, and I protect the people I love.” Michael said, and I reluctantly let go of his hand.
I walked to the classroom, trying to block out the sound of Michael arguing with those people. I tried to calm my breathing and push any concerns about Michael getting hurt out of my head but I suddenly heard a crash.
“Michael!” I shouted, rushing over to his crumpled form. There was a little cut near his left eyebrow and I cursed internally, holding his head in my hands.
“Hey Y/N.” Michael said weakly, shooting me a half smile. I pulled him into a tight hug, which earned a chuckle from his as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“God I was really worried, you idiot.” I said, my words slightly muffled because my head was buried in the crook of his neck.
“I’m taking you to the nurse’s office.” I said, helping Michael stand up. I took his hand in mine and walked to the nurse’s office with him.
“You’re adorable when you’re worried.” Michael muttered and I felt my cheeks heat up, a bashful smile crossing my face.
“You know Jeremy says the same thing about you, right?” I said and Michael’s cheeks went pink.
“I do know.” Michael said and I chuckled, glancing at the cut on his face briefly.
“Mr Mell. Miss Y/L/N. Might I ask what you’re not doing in class? And without Mr Heere.” The nurse said, the last bit under her breath.
“Someone shoved Michael, and he cut his head.” I said and the nurse nodded, scanning Michael’s face.
“Well then, come in. I’ll go get an ice pack for you. Have a seat.” The nurse said and I nodded, sitting down with Michael.
“I’m texting Jeremy.” I said, and Michael frowned, trying to explain why I shouldn’t do it.
“Michael, Jeremy is your boyfriend as well as mine. He deserves to know.” I said and Michael pouted, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
I pulled out my phone and pulled up Jeremy’s contact.
To: Player One 💋💞
Michael and I are in the nurse’s office. Someone said some shit about me, and Michael decided it’d be fun to try and fight them and consequently get shoved.
I sent the text and relaxed into Michael’s embrace, resting my head on his shoulder.
“This is nice, but it’d be nicer if you weren’t hurt.” I muttered and Michael chuckled, kissing the top of my head.
Michael went to respond, but my phone buzzed, interrupting him. I picked it up and saw a message from Jeremy.
From: Player One 💋💞
Oh my god!!! Tell Michael that he’s an idiot, but I hope he wasn’t hurt too bad. I love you guys. See you in Period 2.
I smiled, shoving my phone in the pocket of my purple sweatshirt. The nurse gave us a sour look as she handed Michael the ice pack, before retreating behind her desk.
“I can’t believe I’m in love with such a dork.” I muttered and Michael feigned offence, putting his free hand on his chest.
“I can’t believe my girlfriend is so mean.” Michael said and I rolled my eyes, snaking an arm around his waist.
“Whatever nerd.” I retaliated, kissing Michael’s cheek. We approached the classroom and I reluctantly removed my arm from Michael’s waist.
The teacher must have heard about what happened, because she didn’t ask us anything about where we were, or why we were so late.
We took our seats next to each other, and the lesson blurred past quickly. I kissed Michael goodbye as he went to his next lesson, and I warned him not to get into any more fights.
“Hey Jeremy.” I said, pecking his cheek when I saw him. He smiled and kissed my forehead in reply.
“Hello to you too. How’s Michael?” Jeremy asked when we sat down, opening our books.
“Michael’s fine. It was just a small cut, and he’s got an ice pack for it. I did warn him not to get into any more fights.” I said and Jeremy chuckled, taking my hands and squeezing it.
“Mr Heere. Miss Y/L/N. If we could please keep any displays of… affection outside the classroom, please?” He said and Jeremy dropped my hand, our faces both bright pink.
I nearly fell asleep a few times during the lesson, but Jeremy would wake me up with a gentle tap on the shoulder.
We finished the lesson and made our way to lunch, and saw that Michael was already sitting at our usual table.
“There are my beautiful partners.” Michael said, kissing the both of us on the cheek.
“Hey Michael.” Jeremy said, sitting down on one side of Michael. I sat down on the other side of him and pulled my water bottle out of my backpack.
“Hey Jer. How are you?” Michael asked and Jeremy hummed, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
“I’m alright. I was, however, worrying about you, Mr. Getting into fights? Really?” Jeremy said and Michael chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
“Some jerks were talking shit about Y/N, and I know you’d fight someone if they were doing that too, so don’t deny it Jeremiah.” Michael said, poking Jeremy’s cheek.
Jeremy went pink and I giggled, taking a drink from my bottle. “Aren’t you hungry, Y/N?” Jeremy asked, noticing the absence of a lunch tray in front of me.
“I didn’t take my meds this morning, and I guess my body isn’t quite used to it.” I said and Jeremy nodded, pulling his brown lunch bag out of his backpack.
“Oh, have you guys heard about Brooke and Chloe?” I asked and the boys turned to me, shaking their heads.
“Well, apparently Brooke asked Chloe out, and they’re going to Jake’s Halloween party together.” I said and the boys smiled at each other.
“The gays are invading. We’re everywhere.” Michael said and Jeremy snorted, nearly knocking over his chocolate milk.
“You two are literally bisexual and pansexual. To be fair, I’m bi as well.” I said and Michael chuckled, ruffling my hair.
“Just because we’re not strictly gay doesn’t mean we can’t act gay.” Michael said, looking over at Jeremy and smirking.
“Oh god, no.” I muttered as Michael crashed his lips to Jeremy’s, tangling his fingers in Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy settled his hands on Michael’s hips, and Michael tugged gently on Jeremy’s hair.
“Ok, ok, I get it! You’re both super gay for each other.” I said, chuckling slightly. Michael and Jeremy pulled apart and smiled at me, their cheeks flushed.
“We may be gay for each other, but we’re super straight for you, Y/N.” Jeremy said and I snorted, leaning my head on Michael’s shoulder.
“Thanks Jer. That totally makes me feel better.” I said and Michael chuckled, rubbing my shoulder soothingly.
“You guys wanna come over this afternoon? I got Apocalypse of the Damned on the weekend, and I haven’t played it yet.” Michael said and I pressed a kiss to his neck.
“I’m in.” Jeremy said, taking a bite of his sandwich. Michael nodded and glanced down at me.
“How about you, shortie? You in?” Michael asked and I frowned, shooting Michael a glare.
“I’m in, but you’ve gotta promise to stop calling me shortie. I’m taller than Rich.” I said and the boys laughed, nodding their heads.
“You may be taller than Rich, but you’re still shorter than the both of us. Which means, we’re still gonna call you shortie.” Jeremy said and I rolled my eyes, giving them the finger.
“Now I know why you and Rich get along so well. You’re both tiny bundles of bisexual fury.” Michael said and I scoffed, taking my head off his shoulder.
“I hate the both of you right now. I’m filing for divorce.” I said and they both cackled. Michael even wiped a tear away.
“God I love you nerds.” Michael said, pulling Jeremy and I into a hug. I kissed Michael’s cheek softly, and I saw Jeremy do the same thing.
“Ok, tomorrow I get to sit in the middle.” I said, earning a loud laugh from both of the boys.
“Fine. Tomorrow is Y/N’s day in the middle.” Jeremy said, winking at me from across the bench.
I let out a content sigh, snuggling into the crook of Michael’s neck. “You know what?” I said and I was met with hums of response from Michael and Jeremy.
“I don’t care if people think we’re weird. I don’t care what other people say. I love you two more than anything else, and that’s all that matters. Now and forever.”
Prompt: How about one where batsis goes on a solo mission and the
avengers arrested her because they didn’t know who she was and bat fam gets
worried because she hasn’t been back and Bruce sends Tim to get her
“You’re telling me that you want to break into Avengers
Tower and … what? Download all of the information on the Avengers?”
Bruce nods, “That’s exactly what I want you to do. They have
too many people on that team that could one day try and take over the world, I
need to know how to stop them.”
“And how am I supposed to get into a building that houses a
god, two super soldiers now, a Hulk, two assassins, and a genius? That’s not
even including their handler, Phil, who I have met and have a deep respect for”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out” Bruce lays a hand over your
shoulder before making his way to the Batmobile, “I need those files, Y/N. I’m
depending on you for this. Stark would expect me to go after the files, he
won’t expect you. There’s a gala in one week that I am invited to, that would
be the best time to strike, all of the Avengers are going to be in attendance.”
“Fine, I’ll start planning now”
Getting into Avengers Tower is surprisingly easy. There
aren’t any assassins, or even that many security guards in the building. It
isn’t until you’ve already gotten thought the servers firewall and are halfway
finished uploading the Avengers files that you notice something is wrong.
Those files do not
belong to you.
You let out a shriek (that you’ll deny later) when a voice
starts talking from the ceiling. “What the fuck!?”
You have not been
authorized by Sir to access these files.
“Who are you?”
I am JARVIS, I am the
artificial intelligence that runs Avengers Tower. I have already scanned you,
you are not a SHIELD agent, nor are you an employee of SI.
“And you’re just now confronting me? If you control the
whole building why didn’t you stop me sooner?”
I was curious as to
It sounds like the AI is amused, of course Stark would make
an AI with an attitude. “And now that you know what I’m doing, what are you
going to do?”
I have intercepted the
file uploads and blocked them. I have also shut down the room you are currently
in, have locked it, and informed Sir of your presence.
“Of fucking course
You will not have to
wait long, miss. The Avengers are on their way now.
Natasha Romanoff is the first one to reach you, and when she
starts to tie your hands behind your back you don’t even try and stop her. You
might be a vigilante in Gotham, but unlike your brothers and father, you know
when you’re outmatched. So instead of further injuring yourself, you quietly
submit to being tied up and gagged.
“JARVIS, who is she?”
I am currently running
a facial recognition scan now, Agent Romanoff
“Good, I’m going to take her to Interrogation Room 3. Tell
the others to meet us there”
Natasha marches you down several flights of stairs, and
through a steel door to an interrogation room.
“I’m going to take off the gag now, and you’re going to
answer my questions. Understand?” The gag is quickly pulled off. “Now who are
“It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Romanoff. I’ve always looked
up to you, you know? I mean you survived the Red Room, the Soviets, even the
Winter Soldier. And what happened in Budapest! You and Mr. Barton were amazing
there! I didn’t think you guys were gonna come out alive …”
A knife presses against your throat, leaving a shallow cut,
“How do you know about any of that? Who sent you here? Who the hell are you?”
The door slams open, “Agent Romanoff! Put that away, and
“Now, Agent Romanoff”
The knife quickly pulls away from your throat, a thin
trickle of blood left in its place, but you don’t pay much attention to it.
Instead you twist around and throw a grin at the older man, “Hey, Phil, it’s
been a while”
“Ms. Wayne, I can’t say that I am glad to see you. According
to the report JARVIS gave me, you were attempting to upload the personal files
for all of the Avengers. I assume that your father was the one to send you?”
“Yeah, Dad said something about needing to have a plan for
if anyone here went evil, he wants to know how to kill them. You know my father
likes his plans”
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to get you out of this mess.
The transgression did not happen on SHIELD soil. The Avengers will decide what
they want to do with you”
“So … I get to meet everyone?”
Phil lets out a chuckle, “Yes, you will be able to meet the
rest of the Avengers, however these aren’t the best circumstances to meet them
“You really think dad would let me meet them any other way?
This is probably the only time I’m gonna get to meet the Winter Soldier”
“The other Avengers won’t be happy with what you did. It was
a complete violation of their privacy. Even if I put in a good word for you, I
don’t know if they will listen to me”
“It’s fine. Even if they decide to torture me, I’ll be
alright. I mean I’ve probably had worse from the Joker and from the al Ghul’s.”
Before Phil can answer, the door once again opens and Tony
Stark steps through, “You can hold off on that facial recognition scan, JARVIS.
I know who this is”
“Hello, Y/N” He spins the chair around and plops down on it,
straddling the back of it, “I can’t say I’m happy to see you though”
“I know, I hate that I had to do this, but you know my
father, he’s not someone you say no to”
“Natasha, will you untie her?”
“Not until you tell me who she is, and what we are going to
do with her” Natasha crosses her arms, knife still help tightly in one hand.
“All I’ve gathered is that both you and Phil know who she is, and that she was
attempting to steal our personal files.”
“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Y/N Wayne.”
Phil sighs quietly, “She is also known as the Sparrow, the
one who managed to get Red Hood to stop unnecessarily killing, she is also SHIELDs
contact in Gotham, and she is the liaison between SHIELD and the JLA”
“How have I never met her then?”
“It was considered a conflict of interest for me to meet the
Avengers because I am already in the JLA. Of course, my father doesn’t give a
damn that I’ve possibly just ruined the relationship between SHIELD and the
JLA, all he cares about is being able to stop you if any of you decide to go
“He thinks that he’ll be able to stop any of us?”
You shrug as much as you can with your arms still bound, “No
idea, I don’t try to understand his way of thinking. Phil,” You tilt back,
trying to make eye contact with the agent, “You know he’s going to send one of
my brothers after me. I don’t want them hurt”
“I’ll warn everyone, don’t worry. Now, Natasha, if you’ll
untie Y/N and bring her to the common room. We can await the arrival of one of
Y/N’s brothers there. In the meantime, you all can ask her any questions you’d
“So you’re telling me that Bruce Wayne is Batman, one of
your brothers has come back from the dead, you aren’t allowed to kill any of
the villains that have taken hundreds of lives, and that you were once a part
of the League of Assassins. Am I missing anything?”
“Yeah, I once stopped Superman and Superboy when they were
mind controlled, and I work as Lex Luthor’s assistant and help him curb his
homicidal tendencies … I’ve also time travelled before”
Steve Rogers puts his head in his hands, “Of course you
have. Is there anything else?”
“Nope” You glance around the common room, locking eyes with
Bruce Banner, “Can you turn into the Hulk? I’d really like to see him again.”
“I met him once, about a year after you left America, he
saved my life. I had just blown up one of the League of Assassins compounds and
didn’t get out in time, I was trapped under rubble. I had accepted the fact
that I was going to die there when a huge green hand smashed through the rubble
and dragged me out. Hulk left before I could even say thank you”
“I don’t remember that”
You flash a brief smile, “I’m not surprised, I did some
research on you after that. You don’t remember 85% of what happens when you’re
the Hulk, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct, how did you …?”
“I have a lot of connections, Dr. Banner. Who do you think
was the one that got General Ross to leave you alone once you came back to
Bruce’s eyes go wide, “You … you … how?”
“I have some friends in high places that owed me a favor or
two, they cracked down hard on Ross, forced him to stop hunting you. SHIELD
tried to get him to stop, but even though they’re a top secret government
organization they didn’t have enough leverage to get thing’s done”
It takes Bruce a minute or two to speak after that, “Thank
you, that means a lot that you’d do something like that”
“He saved my life, it’s the least I could do”
“So, Phil, how do you know Y/N?” Clint drops down from the
vent opening, perching on the arm of the couch.
“Phil and I met while he was in Tahiti, after the Chitauri
“Why were you in Tahiti?”
“I was captured by the al Ghul’s and tortured for 4 months.
By the time my family found me I was almost dead. SHILED sent me there to heal,
like they did with Phil. We’ve run into each other a few times after that, but
that was where we met”
Phil rolls his eyes, “Y/N refused to stay in her hospital
room and constantly snuck into mine while we healed. I wasn’t allowed out of
bed for several weeks, and every day Y/N would limp into my room to keep me
“Phil’s someone I consider a good friend now”
Clint sticks his bottom lip out, pouting at his handler,
“How come I never heard of her? We could have been BirdBros!”
“I’ve been begging Phil for years to let me meet you guys,
but he kept saying that it was a ‘conflict of interest’ but I just think that
he didn’t want to deal with the paperwork”
Phil raised one eyebrow, “Unfortunately it seems that I
wasn’t able to keep you two apart, and now I dread the mayhem that you will cause.”
“Mayhem will have to wait until after my brother’s
inevitable rescue attempt”
Surprisingly it’s Tim that was sent to rescue you. The
Avengers had put you back into the interrogation room, and were all watching
from the control room.
“Hey, Red. I thought you were off with the Titans this week.”
“B called me in, said that you needed to be rescued, and
some files needed to be retrieved”
“I’m sorry, babybird, but we won’t be getting those files
Tim smirks, “They don’t even know I’m here …”
The speaker crackles to life, “Unfortunately, kid, we do
know you’re here and your sister’s right, you won’t be getting access to those
“Sorry, Red, they kinda set up a trap to catch all of us
birds. They knew that someone would come for me, and now someone will come for
the both of us.”
Tim sighs, “Do we have to stay in this room the whole time?”
The door opens and Tony steps in, “Of course you won’t. It’s
team bonding night, so movies and snacks. I’ll even let you call your other
brothers so they can get in on the action.”
“We’re going to have a sleepover with the Avengers?”
You chuckle, “It looks like it, babybird, it looks like it”
Synopsis: How does someone with no superpowers, no real discernible talents and a whole lot of baggage end up being the girlfriend to all the Avengers? Well, I’m glad you asked. It all started with a blur and an abrupt crash. Here is the initial meeting, and the events that follow.
Author’s Note: Bug Kate @emilyevanston about the gorgeous Header, she made it. This story is NOT a Nat X Reader. It’s an Avengers X OC piece, which means a poly relationship. There will be many different combinations of pairings within this story.
How does someone with no superpowers, no real discernible talents and a whole lot of baggage end up being the girlfriend to all the Avengers? Well, I’m glad you asked. It all started with a blur and an abrupt crash.
As usual, I was late. That happened a lot. I tend to get caught up in my head while I’m working in the lab or the library. Which is a problem because as part of my post doctoral position I had to teach an Intro to Biology class six times a week. I was dashing down the steps of the library, across the lawn and just smashed headlong into another person.
All I really noticed as I picked myself back up, helped her to her feet and apologized profusely was she was small, dressed in black and had dark red hair. She didn’t really even say anything to me, just ‘don’t worry about it’ and I took off again.
It was as I stood panting in the lecture theatre, getting the slideshow started for the lecture I realized how close I came to death that day. The woman I had flattened was the Black Widow.
“Heya!! One shot for BTS finding you crying in an empty dance studio due to a lot of stressed caused by personal issues lately. Thanks. 💖 p.s you’re not an idiot.”
GUYS THIS FABULOUS HUMAN BEING WAS THE ONE WHO MADE ME REALIZE MY ASK BOX WAS FUCKED. THANK YOU. SO . MUCH. 879 Words
Pairing: Best friends! BTS x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Non-idol AU!
You just felt so done with life. Everything was just coming at you and you just felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend was an asshole and decided to break up with you, it just felt like your family was against you – your entire world was falling apart.
The stress had gotten to you so much, that you ran to the next best place, other than your room – an empty dance studio which one of your friends, Hoseok, owned.
It had become a primary hangout place for your group after his classes, so he had automatically trust you guys with the passcode to the lock so you could hang out there whenever you wanted.
So that was what you did.
You hung out in the huge, empty whitewashed room, staring at your reflection under the bright lights. Your hair was sticking out in weird places, your cheeks were puffy from crying – but that didn’t stop you from finally kneeling down and letting it all out, your hiccoughs echoing throughout the entire room.
Why couldn’t you be better? What did you do to deserve everything that was coming your way? Your tears fell on your jeans, until you brought your hands up to your face, your cries calming down to hiccoughs.
The sudden voice made you gasp, your eyes trailing up to the reflection of the half-open door. There, stood a straw-berry blonde dancer, along with a chocolate-haired teenager. At first, both the males were happy, but then their smiles turned into concerned frowns.
“What happened??? Why are you crying??” Hoseok was the first one to rush over to you and grip your shoulders.
“Did someone hurt you? I’m calling the rest of the guys– I swear to god, if your boyfriend did something-”
You just immediately burst out into tears again at your friend’s light touch. You couldn’t hold back now – everything was so overwhelming. You might has well have calmed down before talking about it. As Jungkook walked away to call the rest of your group, Hoseok rubbed up and down your arms, trying to get you to calm down.
It didn’t take much time for the rest of the boys to get there – Jin even brought some pastries. Your sobbing had stopped after a while, mostly because Taehyung was trying his best to make you laugh. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his antics.
The other boys had gathered in a circle around you, Jimin sitting on your other side whilst you rested your head against Hoseok’s chest. The eldest even started to crack jokes, and that was what finally made you let out a small laugh through your tears.
“Thank you guys…” You mumbled, grabbing a tissue from the box Namjoon was holding.
“Can you tell us what’s wrong now?? Was it your boyfriend??” Your second eldest friend was always the first to assume the worst about him – he hated that guy, after all.
Your breath hitched, but you just couldn’t cry anymore. You had cried too much to even have any tears left. Wiping the moistness away from your cheeks, you took a deep breath before you started to ramble.
“I broke up with him, but then he decided to.. call me names and get angry at me,” You usually wouldn’t have gotten so sad if the insult was something simple. “And then I went home and my mom just found my test and started to scold me for that– I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
You felt broken again, but the boys were trying to pick the pieces up and fit them back together. The dancers’ hugs just became tighter, as the rest of the guys just looked at each other, then back at you.
“Look, tomorrow we shall talk to your boyfriend-”
“No! Please don’t!” You interrupted, as your orbs snapped towards Namjoon. “Just ignore him.. I don’t want you to hurt him.”
The boys just frowned even more at that. You knew everything would just become worse if your friends did something for you – they practically protected you with their life, and if someone hurt you, they might as well be dead.
As you scanned each of the males, you realized that they wouldn’t listen to you. Even the subtle nod Yoongi was giving Jungkook was noticeable – they were planning something.
“Promise me you won’t hurt him,” You pleaded through red eyes. “Don’t talk to him, or say anything.”
After a few seconds of silence, they all collectively sighed at your request. You pressed your lips into a close-mouthed smile. You assumed that meant that they agreed.
“Good, now why don’t we eat the churros? I’m starving,” The youngest rubbed his hands together, your mouth practically watering.
“First one goes to Y/N! I bought these for her,” Jin scolded, opening up the paper box and placing it in the middle.
You just grinned even more with every second that passed. Even though your life seemed a little screwed up sometimes, you could always rely on your friends to make you feel better. You were so thankful that you got stuck with these guys, no matter how dorky they could be sometimes.
They were always there for you, and you would always be there for them.
Here are some really general pictures of my working method for doing traditional inks and digital colours! I just thought they might be interesting. I miiight try to do a more detailed walkthrough of my colouring specifically if I have the time.
A/N: AND SHE RETURNS!!! Hello, it only took me eight years but here I am, with something new, especially for @thatsadbreakfastclub and our mutual love of Reggie. Its not perfect but it’s s o m e t h i n g (hopefully it’s not eight more years until the next one)
Summary: Walking alone in Riverdale can be dangerous, especially at night when well-meaning football players are lurking. (Andrews!Reader)
Word Count: 2,133
Warnings: N o n e, ‘cept some mild fear at the beginning
Request: Charlie picks up his wife at the hotel bar
A/N: ya’ll wanted smutty Hunnam, you got him.
Dating is surprisingly easy for you.
Could it be that you have been subjected to so many terrible dates that you can spot a bad one from a mile away? Or maybe you just attract bad men like moths to a light. You can only count the number of semi-decent dates you’ve had on one hand. Although it’s been three years since your last date, you can’t find a single strand of nervousness as you sit at the bar.
Are you slightly uncomfortable? Yes. But nervous? No.
Though that might stem from the three empty glasses you’ve already traded out with the young bartender.
You keep your posture straight as you analyze your reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
You had quickly changed after your flight, changing out your jeans and hoodie for something a bit…sexier. It was a necessary action if you planned on meeting your one goal for the evening: leave with a man.
Correction. You plan on leaving with a decent man tonight.
You didn’t bother doing much to your hair. The dress is simple and black. You know your friend would have encouraged you to dress up a little more, but would at least applaud the form fitting dress.
“Need a refill, Miss?”
Meeting the eyes of the bartender, you find yourself wondering if he thinks four drinks is your limit.
His bright green eyes scan your face before drifting down to the front of your dress. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk.”
Noting the rising eyebrow and the smile on his lips, you shake your head.
“I just figured you might need something to keep you company until your boyfriend shows up.”
It is a statement most people are subjected to at some point in their lives. The lack of a wedding ring surely should be enough to divert the mentioning of a boyfriend or husband. But being as he had watched you shoot down three different men in the past hour, maybe he had his hopes up.
“No boyfriend,” you sigh, the smile on his face growing at your admission.
“That’s too bad. Might lead to a lonely night.”
You let off a soft shrug as your attention drifts to the mirror behind the bar. “We’ll see.”
You see him before you hear him.
A man that sends a heat so powerful across your skin, you find your posture straightening in your seat to hide the instinctive arching of your back. His reflection can’t surely do him justice, you find yourself thinking as you watch him reach up to scratch at his beard.
The navy blue suit he wears compliment his inquisitive eyes. They scan those seated along the bar before resting on you.
You let your gaze focus on the nearly empty glass before you as the seat alongside you is pulled from beneath the bar. You follow the path of the olive circling the bottom of the glass as you guide it along with the thin black straw in your hand.
“Excuse me, Miss.” The sound of his voice is nearly enough temptation to refocus your gaze. “Is this seat taken?”
You take a soft breath as you mull over the question you’ve been asked nearly twenty times tonight. Instinctively you shrug in response earning you an arched brow. You wait until you are certain your heart can remain under control before turning to face him.
Raising his brow, the man clears his throat. “On?”
You take a moment to ponder his question, part of you wondering if you actually had a response.
“Why you want it?”
The smile you bring out in response causes you to rest your chin in your hand. You allow his cerulean eyes to study your face, your mind buzzing as you wonder what is passing through his.
“Just looking for a bit of company for a few hours.”
Your brow furrows as you watch him leave it at that. Instead of taking the opportunity to assess your response to his admission, he directs his attention to the bartender.
“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.”
Taking a sip of his drink, once he receives it, he points his glass towards where his eyes already set.
“Mmm,” shifting in his seat, Charlie watches as you fish the olive from the bottom of your glass. “What’s a beautiful young lady, such as yourself, doing out without a wedding ring?”
Lifting your hand you take a moment to admire it as you chew on the olive. Offering him your hand, you smile as he accepts it.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Charles.”
“Charles,” you repeat, earning you a nod. The soft kiss which brushes against the knuckle of your index finger is enough to grant him the giggle he is hoping for. But you slip your hand out of his touch before he can get any bright ideas. “And what is it you do Charlie? Apart from picking up single women at a bar?”
You watch as the corners of Charlie’s mouth twitch. “I like to…entertain people.”
“Mmm,” biting your lip, you can’t deny those bright blue eyes a smile. “Entertain…like…an escort?”
Charlie’s brow rose, the twitch of his lips bringing a heat across your skin. The heat spreads across your thighs as your eyes follow his tongue on its course over his lips. Taking a sip of his whiskey, he waits until he meets your gaze to speak.
“Will it be easier for me to leave with you if I were?”
Charlie studies your face as his question resonates in the air between you. He studies how your teeth toy with your bottom lip, the slight furrow of your brow making him smile. “I’m gonna say…yes.”
“Really?” he chuckles, the slight look of disbelief on his face somehow leaving you a tiny bit offended.
“Is that surprising to you?”
“Just a little.” Charlie’s response is accompanied by a light shrug of his shoulders.
“Only because I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I guess my luck’s running out,” Charlie smiles as you push your empty glass to the side. “I’ve acted in a few things…here and there…”
“Mmmm, that’s too bad,” you giggle. “I’m sure you’d have a lot of tricks up your sleeve from all your experience if you had decided to take the former route.”
You’re watching him drink, your chin resting in your hand, as his eyes study you.
“Did I lose my chance?” He asks quietly.
Maybe its the mix of the alcohol, or the noise surrounding you that have pushed your bodies closer, but it’s not until his fingers brush against your cheek that you realize how much your body has betrayed you. With his right leg resting between yours, his fingers sending heat across your skin as they brush your hair from your eyes, you suddenly realize how easy it would be to kiss him.
The moment his touch is gone the heat clouding your judgment allows you to remember he had asked you a question. The smirk on his lips lets is the only indication your lack of an answer has not gone unnoticed.
“Then let’s get outta here.” His voice is deep, shivers running through you as reaches inside his jacket to retrieve his wallet. Your body can already tell what’s in store for it as you stand. A simple act of leaving a bill on the bar top eliminated any remaining distance between your bodies.
With your heels, you still fall a few inches short of his lips, yet they are the only thing you can think of. Your fingers instinctively tug against his loosely hanging tie pulling him closer.
You let your weight rest back against your heels. You want to kiss him. Part of you knows if you let this man kiss you neither of you might remain decent for too long. Charlie bites his bottom lip as he watches your eyes become transfixed on it. He grazes his fingertips over your hip, tracing the outline until the tingles beneath the fabric have drifted between your thighs.
“I don’t like the attention you’re getting in this dress.”
The soft admission sends a rush of heat across your cheeks, but it’s the lingering of his eyes that pull your fingers down the soft fabric on his chest to the waist of his pants.
“Wait until you see what’s beneath it.”
Placing his wallet back into his pocket, Charlie found it nearly impossible to suppress the smile tugging at his lips as your fingertips brushed along his. He allows you to step around him, his eyes following as you move towards the door. You find yourself thankful that you’re only an elevator ride away from your hotel room. If you had been forced to drive home you might not have made it all the way.
You can feel the electricity flowing through your body as Charlie’s hands find your waist, once you’re inside the security of the elevator, his impatient tug nearly diverting you from pressing the correct floor.
Charlie doesn’t let you escape his touch as he holds on to your waist guiding you towards the back of the elevator.
Finally, as the doors drift shut, his lips find yours.
You’re both cautious at first, softly experiencing each other as if for the first time. Not being able to kiss one another for nearly two months placed your bodies in between a strange desire of taking things slow and satisfying the quick high right where you two stand.
Charlie’s mind focuses solely on the latter as his hand disappears beneath the skirt of your dress, his lips pausing as he brushes against your bare hips. You kiss him in his moment of relapse, smiling as your arm slips around his neck.
“I missed kissing you.” His soft chuckle comes out muffled against your lips.
You’re not certain how the two of you manage to make it down the hall and into your room. When you’re able to think clearly, Charlie is dumping his keys and wallet as you shove at the jacket on his shoulders. With his arms freed, Charlie focuses on your zipper. Guiding the fabric down your body, he pauses long enough to leave a series of soft kisses against your hips and neck.
Allowing him to steal a kiss, you step around him before crossing the room towards the bed.
As soon as your palms and knees press against the welcoming comfort of the mattress, Charlie’s breath has escaped his lungs.
“How long did you know I was there?” He asks as he focuses on the task of ridding himself of his tie.
“About ten minutes,” you respond, him knowing you well enough to know there is a smile on your lips as you speak. “It’s kinda hard not to notice how other women react when you show up.”
Your answer nearly falls on deaf ears as your husband’s gaze tracks the movements of your body on its way towards the top of the bed. The feeling of his repp tie beneath his fingers suddenly made him aware of the amount of fabric he dawned in comparison to you.
A gasp escapes your lips, your heart fluttering as a tug comes against your left ankle. Pulling your body back in his direction, Charlie allows you enough time to roll onto your back before leaning forward.
“Are you sure?” His brow rises as your fingers find the front of his shirt, allowing you to guide his lips closer to yours.
“Mhmm…” You nod
“So what was all that with Curly? Seemed like you were putting on a show with that one.”
“Curly?” Your head cocks to the side, the unknowingness and innocence almost being executed perfectly.
“Your third martini.”
Taking a moment to think, you ignore his intake of breath. It was hard to forget the slightly over nervous, green eyed, curly haired young man from the bar.
“Oh goodness,” you giggle, the sound bringing a smile to Charlie’s lips. Or it might have been the wandering hands drifting into his slacks after managing to undo his zipper. You give him a smile in return at the shift in his breathing at the feel of your hand. “Please don’t tell me you were jealous of that kid? What was he, twenty-two?”
“Jealous?” The soft chuckle he releases falters as your lips press against the corner of his mouth. “Over protective is more like it. He was kinda handsy.”
“I thought you liked handsy.”
You can’t help but smile at the sight of his eyes drifting shut as you gently begin stroking him. The soft groan he releases causes your movements to continue until you begin pushing against his pants.
You sit up as Charlie stands to make the process easier. Lifting your hands from the mattress, you hold them out before your body resting your left wrist against your right.
A glint of mischief sparkles in his eyes, as Charlie completes the act of kicking his slacks from around his ankle. Instead of utilizing the tie in his hand, he leans forward to place it on the bed alongside you. He makes you watch as he removes the remainder of his clothes, his silence warming your body in anticipation. You know, although appearing composed, Charlie’s mind is full of all the things he’s been planning for you in his absence.
His brow rises as you remain in your position, the biting of your lip causing him to pick up the previously discarded fabric. Taking your hand in his, he guides you to your feet. Ignoring your silent request, he turns you around before slipping the fabric over your eyes.
A low, breathy chuckle vibrates from deep in his chest, as you turn to face him with a slight pout of your lip.
The warmth of his skin overtakes your cheeks as he takes your face in his hands, the kissing of your lips erasing away any signs of slight irritation.
He doesn’t let his hands wander as he kisses you, the action making your self-control seem inferior as yours trace along his skin. It is moments like this you remember the first time he’d whispered, “I’ll always be yours,” to you.
They are the same words you find yourself whispering against his lips as he lays you back against the mattress.
An all too familiar pleasurable, yet unsatisfying, heat creeps across the surface of your body as his eyes trail up to your exposed chest. You know if you could see how the sight tugged his teeth against his lip, you would have mustered up a witty comment. But, with your body completely exposed to his in this way you suddenly don’t have much to say.
You find your heart escalating as your chest is met with the heat of his mouth, as opposed to his itching fingers. Instead, they disappear between your thighs.
He builds the pressure softly with each of his teasing touches. He lets your breathing guides his movements, the moment it gets uncontrolled his touch is nearly ghostly. You know if you attempt to guide his hands the pressure will disappear, and the pleasure will quickly and surely fade. Tonight was one of those nights where rushing you to a quick ending was at the bottom of your husband’s list. He was going to make sure you finished long before him.
Free reign of his mouth is all he’ll grant you tonight.
Keeping your lips against his, you allow your satisfaction with his movements to be told through the fingers buried in his hair. As your fingers tighten around the strands, he gives into your desire and increases the pressure not stopping until body trembles against his hand.
The words whispered in your ear are lost beneath the soft giggles they produce from your lips.
Guiding your legs around his waist, Charlie presses his mouth against your neck. Beginning to suck bruises into your skin, he welcomes the hitch in your breath as he slowly enters you. His quiet swear gets lost against your collarbone as your body gives his a welcoming clench.
The soft shift in his hips encourages an in-sync moan from the both of you, halting his movements as your touch drifts down his back. His hips move with a slow, steady pace feeding the desire the two of you have to stay close to one another for the longest time possible.
Every sound you release strokes your husband’s ego, the praise encouraging him to quicken his pace. Each thrust became fueled by his selfish desires to keep your pulse spiked, and his name against his lips. Charlie wakes a heat inside of your body as his pace becomes near relentless as he feels your body tense around his.
He buries his face into your neck as he lets your body ride its wave to the kind of mind-shattering orgasm that you’d only ever experienced at the mercy of this man. The kind that left you feeling completely satisfied, but allowed the soft desire for more to linger in your mind as your high slowly ebbs away. Lifting the fabric from over your eyes, Charlie presses a soft kiss against your eyelid. He lets his lips pepper a series of soft kisses along your face as your grip around his neck tightens. The soft shifts of your hips, as his arm snakes around your waist, pull a soft chuckle from his lips.
Keeping your eyes shut, you focus on the breathing of the man atop of you. You bite your lip as his pulse slowly begins to settle, the kisses he is leaving along your heated skin making it hard for yours to do the same.
You don’t need to see Charlie to know there is a smile on his lips as he watches you begin to welcome the pull of sleep as he begins to detangle himself from you. If it weren’t for the invisible swirls his fingers paint across your stomach you might have fallen asleep already.
Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he mumbles against your skin as you curl up against him. “Where’s your wedding ring at?”
You wait to respond to his question. Opening your eyes, you watch as he gently massages the fingers of your left hand.
“At home?” Despite the feeling of your lips against his, Charlie finds himself trying to continue the conversation. “Why is it there? I didn’t convince you to marry me so that your ring sits at home.”
Realizing this question will continue to plague his mind, you roll your eyes.
“I was trying to pick up a handsome guy.” You explain, the furrow of his brow making you smile. “Wearing a wedding ring is the ultimate repellent.”
“Not for all guys.” Charlie mumbles, his mind drifting downstairs to the highly interested bartender.
You giggle as a breath of fresh air fills your lung. Charlie allows you another kiss before his brow rises. “What would have happened if I hadn’t gotten to you when I did?”
To you, the question seems silly but you can’t let this perfect opportunity go to waste.
“I already had three glasses while waiting for you,” you tease. “Who knows, I might have let Curly take me home.”
Request: When a powerful vampire falls for a human university student Requested by: Reirei anon Word count: 3,971 Genre: Fantasy and fluff, I guess? Warnings: None!
A/N: I tried :( I’m sorry I had to tweak the request a little to make the story flow better. Ended up including more of the ‘university’ aspect of the request than the ‘powerful vampire’ part, I hope you don’t mind!
For the upteempth time today, you find yourself pursing your lips at your laptop, your pen repeatedly tapping a restless rhythm against the keyboard. You’ve been staring at your year-end report for hours yet all you’ve churned out so far were a measly three paragraphs.
So much for a major in art, you think, all too ready to throw everything out of the window at this point. You loved art, but the compulsory art history module is a whole other story altogether. It is simply too dry and boring for your taste. “Forget this,” you sigh to yourself. “I’ll try this again tomorrow.”
Slapping your laptop shut, you put your study materials aside and pull out your trusty, dog-eared drawing pad out of your backpack. Nothing like a quick sketch to alleviate the mounting stress of university life.
Word Count: 4.9k Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre:Angst, Smut, College!AU Synopsis: You run into your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook, at a frat party one night. Tension builds between the both of you once again after another argument about his infidelity. Will you finally look past his mistake and forgive him, or will you go on forever hating him? A/N:Thanks so much to the lovely @seoulscapes for beta-ing my first fic! This series will have about eleven chapters to it and will be updated as time goes on. Feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy the first chapter of my “Second Chances” series!
You didn’t really want to see Bucky, especially at this time of night. He’s proven himself to be a total ass to you earlier that day and the feeling lingered, alright. No matter how much you tried to brush it off, you knew that in the past few days he’s worked up a reputation for you and it would take a miracle to change it. Actually, scrap that, last time you asked for a miracle is what got you in this mess in the first place.
But as you stood outside the bedroom door you knew deep inside that he’d be the best person to speak to about your terrifying dreams. Now was not the time to start another argument with him. You were physically exhausted and mentally hurt and the only person who would know how that felt was the brunette who’d just opened the door.
Jin would quickly turn into a father about it. He would run a full scan on you visually making sure you were okay. “Doctor Jin, we both know what happened so you can calm down.” you laughed through the pain. “I just wanna make sure I didn’t hurt you-” his face was low, “More than I did.” It took a little bit for him to accept that you weren’t mad at him, but when he did he made sure to go back to his normal happy self.
Yoongi might try to blame you at first even though it was clearly his fault. He would argue for a good minute until realizing you were truly in pain. “You know I didn’t mean it, right? I would never try to hurt you.” His face read regret and it could almost make you feel guilty for the situation except for the fact it wasn’t your fault. You simply reassured him it was okay and that you could continue later.
J-Hope was more freaked out than you at first. The first sign that you were in pain he was quickly feeling it too. “Hobi, it’s okay. These things happen.” you writhed out but you could see the guilt was eating him alive. “I’m sorry, baby, I won’t ever be that rough with you again.” He disspeared for the next 20 minutes and returned with all of your favorite snacks.
Namjoon would immediately stop and quickly take you into his arms. “I’m sorry I was so rough with you, baby girl. I guess I was just caught up in- you.” He smiled and laughed, making light of the painful situation for the rest of the night.
Jimin would start crying and apologizing. “I wasn’t paying attention, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I hurt you, I promise I’ll never do it again.” He would coddle you for the rest of the night even when you claimed you were feeling better. His attention was always so nice and he continued showering you in pet names and love.
At first Taehyung thought you were joking, the way you two normally did when you fucked. It took a good two minutes for him to realize you were actually hurt and in pain for him to stop. He instantly felt bad and was at your side for the rest of the night. “We can play your favorite game tonight, so you’ll feel better.”
Jungkook would freak out. His once sexy tone would quickly turn into a stuttering and confused one. He was Jungshook. He rambled on and on about not knowing what to do but listened to everything you told him to do to help you. “I’m sorry I’m so useless, babe. Especially after I got you into this mess.” he couldn’t help but chuckle. You simply laughed with him and pulled him in close to you to cuddle for the rest of the night.