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The Romanov women who were celebrated as great beauties in their day:

Empress Elizaveta I Petrovna (1709-1762)

“She is a beauty the like of which I have never seen … an amazing complexion, glowing eyes, a perfect mouth, a throat and bosom of rare whiteness. She is tall in stature, and her temperament is very lively. One senses in her a great deal of intelligence and affability, but also a certain ambition.”

Empress Elizaveta Alexeievna (1779-1826)

“Her features were fine and even, and her face a perfect oval; her beautiful complexion was not high in colour but its delicacy was totally in keeping with her expression, one of angelic sweetness. Her fair ash coloured hair floated about her neck and forehead. She was dressed in a simple white tunic, gathered by a belt knotted simply around a waist slender as a nymph´s. This young woman appeared exactly as I have described her, standing against the backdrop of an appartment ornamented with classical columns and draped in pink and silver gauze; she looked so ravishing I cried out, “Psyche!” It was in fact Princess Elisabeth, wife of Alexander.” 

Empress Alexandra Fyodorovna (1798-1860)

“The Empress is a tall graceful figure … her little head beautifully set and her expression pleasing and features regular, her hands and arms beautifully shaped and an air of imperial dignity and grace I never saw before. Her dress was perfect - simple and of dazzling whiteness, with a necklace, fringe, drops, etc. that I can only compare to dark blue glass eggs for never did I see their like.”

Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna (1822-1892)

“The Grand Duchess Olga, the second of the emperor´s daughter, has no rival in beauty among the Princesses of Europe, an in this instance, flattery, in asserting her to be the loveliest girl in her father´s dominion, scarcely outstrips the truth.”

Grand Duchess Alexandra Iosifovna (1830-1911)

[Alexandra] loved the Russian extravangance and magnificence, which was entirely in keeping with her extraordinary beauty, her marvelous hair in particular. A few considred that she resembled Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, whose style of dress Sanny copied. All of Europe spoke of her astonishing jewels, of her pearl necklace, in which each pearl was the size of a nut. … [She] always took a passionate interest in anything which related to the beauty of other women. With typical feminine jealousy she would ask: “Who is the more beautiful, the Empress of Austria or I?” The Empress´s beauty was much praised, and the Grand Duchess Konstantin worried: “Is my hair as fine as the Empress´s? Don´t you think we have the same figure?”

Grand Duchess Elizaveta Fyodorovna (1864-1918)

“I like Ella very, very much. She is so feminine; her beauty is something I will never tire of. Her eyes are extraordinarily beautifully defined and her look is so calm and gentle. Despite her gentle nature and her shyness, one sense in her a certain self-assurance, a recognition of her own strength … [Her husband] was talking to me about his wife and he was enraptured by her, full of her praises.”

Princess Irina Alexandrovna (1895-1970):

“One day when I was out riding I met a very beautiful girl accompanied by an elderly lady. Our eyes met and she made such an impression on me that I reined in my horse to gaze at her as she walked on … [Another time] I had plenty of time to admire the wondrous beauty of the girl who was eventually to become my wife and lifelong companion. She had beautiful features, clear-cut as a cameo, and looked very like her father." 

Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna (1897-1918)

“She’s a grand princess from head to toe, so aristocratic and regal. Her face is pale matte, only the cheeks are slightly rosy, as if pink satin is trying to escape from just under her thin skin. Her profile is flawlessly beautiful, as if cut from marble by a great artist.  The widely set eyes provide uniqueness and originality to her face.”

Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna (1899-1918)

“Maria Nikolaevna can easily be called a Russian beauty. Tall, healthy, with sable eyebrows and a bright blush on her open Russian face, she is especially lovely to a Russian heart. You look at her and involuntarily imagine her dressed in the Russian boyar’s sarafan; snowy muslin sleeves around her hands; on the highly decorated bodice semi-precious stone; and above her white brow, a kokoshnik with the traditional pearls. Her eyes illuminate her entire face by a unique, radiant luster; they sometimes seem black as long eyelashes throw shadows over the bright blush of her soft cheeks.”

Angel - Barry Allen imagine

Barry Allen x female reader

Word Count: 1967

Fluff for this Valentine day Tuesday

Summary: (Y/N) has received a love letter. The problem, she doesn’t know who sent it. The other problem, she is already in love with someone else


Within seconds you stole my attention
Skin so perfect, a golden complexion
More than beautiful girl, you’re a work of art
Oh, my, I cannot believe my eyes
Oh, my, pinch me, am I dreamin’, am I?
Oh, my, did you fall from the skies?

I can’t see your wings, but girl, you’re an angel
Oh, my, my angel
You’re so out of this world, you’re hiding your halo
Oh, oh, my angel
Oh, my, my angel
Won’t you be mine? My angel
I can’t see your wings, but girl, you’re an angel
Oh, my angel

Your heart melted once more when you read those words for what seemed the millionth time today.
“You are reading that thing again?” Caitlin asked
“Yeah” you sighed dreamfully “I can’t help it. Every time I use the phone I have, no, need to read it”
“It’s a shame you don’t know who sent it” she commented while sipping her coffee.
“I’m kind of bumped about it too. I mean, they could have written an initial or,  I don’t know, something at least!” You said exasperated.
Since the letter arrived on Valentines day, attached to a bouquet of flowers with no remitent, you had been thinking of who the person might be. However, no one seemed to fit in the description. And to be honest, you were a little bit scared to reveal the identity, since your heart already belonged to another person.

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Cassian Andor x Reader

A/N: just a quick mini-imagine I wrote. One of my favourite thing about rogue one is probably how damaged and exhausted everyone looks. I think the characters look exactly how they’re supposed to - malnourished and weary. Like literally fuck films that are full of Matt Damon types with perfect complexions and bulging biceps. In what world would an intelligence officer have time to go to the gym??? Anyway - following the rant this is about Cassian and Reader showing one another their scars. Enjoy!


You could feel Cassian’s hand tremble slightly under yours as your lips worked against his. You wondered briefly what caused it - if he was comfortable - but you resolved yourself with the fact that this situation was abnormal to him.

‘Okay?’ You breathed as you pulled away from one another, your lips tingling from the pressure that had been upon them.

'Mhm…are you?’ Cassian replied, the tightness in his voice almost masked by years of working in espionage.

You replied by reattaching yourself to him - you wanted to taste the inside of his mouth, to see if it tasted as sweet as you’d imagined in all the moments when you shouldn’t have been daydreaming.

The low grown that Cassian made when your tongue swiped across his lower lip made you burn up. It had been 54 days since you’d last seen him and the pause placed on the two of you, so early on in this thing you had yet to formally define, had been agony. You half wished you’d listened to all the warnings that you’d received - that you were both doomed. But it was too late now anyway.

Studying the small cuts on Cassian’s face now - trinkets from his most recent conquest - you were struck by how tangible he seemed now. You were so used to him being inside in your head rather than right in front of you as he was now. And it made you want him. A lot.

The pads of Cassian’s fingers dug slightly into your hips and it only spurred you further as you climbed onto his lap, the sensation of the two of you brushing together causing you to arch your back slightly. You could feel his hot breath against your neck as he kissed you there and his beard prickled against you where his kisses landed clumsily.

Your hands moved of their own accord, fingertips sliding towards the top button of Cassian’s shirt when he suddenly jolted away from you. You let your hands drop immediately and looked at him - his face was hard but his eyes had a flicker of anxiety in them.

'What’s wrong?’ You asked him, sliding off him as his body had gone stock still.

'It’s nothing I-uh…just too fast.’


You could feel your face heating up in embarrassment and guilt - unable to shake the fact you might have pushed him too far and too fast.

'I’m sorry.’ Was all you could manage. You felt nauseous.

'No don’t be it’s silly.’ Cassian took your hands, chocolate eyes gazing into yours, simultaneously trying to gauge you whilst blocking you from seeing into his head.

'Of course it’s not - I only want to go as far as you feel comfortable.’

'I am comfortable. It’s just…’ Cassian trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he tried to find the words - or just stall - you weren’t quite sure.

'I’m ugly.’

You couldn’t help but scoff in surprise at that. It was the last thing you’d ever expected to come out of the mouth of Cassian Andor.

'Are you serious?’

'Yes. I’m well past my life expectancy for an intelligence officer. My body - it’s - damaged.’

You sobered at that. Cassian’s eyes were telling that the scars that littered him were constant reminders of the things he’d seen.

'And you think I’m perfect do you?’ You responded, keeping your tone light as Cassian raised an eyebrow at you.

You stood up, taking a deep breath before removing your shirt and fighting the urge to shut your eyes and pretend you were somewhere else as Cassian’s eyes widened in surprise.

Instead, you turned slightly to give him a better look at the white spiderweb of scar tissue that blossomed just under your rib cage.

'Got clipped by a blaster a long time ago now. Hurt like a bitch.’ Your voice wobbled slightly with nerves despite the fact you tried to keep it casual. Cassian leaned forward on the bed, his hand outstretched and you leaned towards his touch, barely able to feel the sensation of his fingers brushing the damaged skin.

'Can you feel that?’

'No not really.’

Cassian breathed a small sigh of amusement in response. Ironically he had visibility relaxed since you’d removed your shirt.

'I have a lot more…let me-’ Cassian cut himself off as he began to unbutton his shirt. You stood patiently - completely in afraid of what you might see.

Cassian stayed seated as he awkwardly removed the shirt from his arms. Even in the dim light of the room you could see that his chest and shoulders were littered with small scars, cuts and lacerations which had piled on top of one another from years of conflict. His form was slim and his shoulders narrow which you imagined made him perfectly inoffensive, unimposing and versatile when he needed to be. It was clear that his whole life had been refining himself for the cause and you saw something beautiful in that kind of discipline.

You said nothing and walked slowly behind him, your hand brushing his shoulder as you did. You could feel Cassian tense up as you examined his back which looked positively gnarled with old scars. You wondered how long it would take to work all of the knots out that were no doubt lurking beneath the skin. You could sense his apprehension so you leaned forward to press your lips against his shoulderblade. Cassian let out a sigh in response and leaned back into your touch so far that you could feel the tips of his hair tickling your head as he leaned right back.

'I still think you’re perfect.’ You murmured against his back, hands moving up to lightly dance over the uneven and toughened skin.

'You don’t know the things I’ve done.’ Cassian replied, the accent of his voice thick in his throat as he was no doubt recalling all the things he’d seen - and done.

'Means to an end - remember.’ You replied quietly, lips ghosting close to the shell of his ear as you continued to stroke his back.

Cassian turned quickly, taking you by surprise as his hands caught your wrists and trapped you against the bed as he settled himself between your legs. The action was playful but no doubt evidence of his skill and that excited you. All you could do was bite your lip in response as Cassian gazed down on you, face cold but his eyes warm.

'Let me show you some of the other things I can do.’ He muttered with his mouth twisted into a half smile.

Rite Aid Positivity

I stopped by Rite Aid this morning to pick up some panty hose and travel sized toothpaste for my interview trip. I walked up to the cashier, and she said “Wow! That shirt color is perfect with your complexion and your hair. It’s beautiful!” I thanked her and was smiling while getting ready to swipe my credit card. Then I hear “Girrrrrrl, that haircut is sharp!” I turn around to see an older hijabi black woman, and she goes on and on about the angles and how my hair is perfect. I told the ladies that I had gotten my hair cut recently because I have a job interview, and they both decided I’m gonna get the job. 

Dreamer- Jasper Cullen x Reader

Request: Can you do one with jasper from twilight where your new to town and Edward can read your mind so he sees all the daydreaming you do and Alice draws what you see, they tell their family about you and you end up being Jaspers mate or something?!? The reader has the ability to think of any nature related element and project it for themselves or others to see. The reader is also an immortal human.

A/N: Basically I got this amazing request a while ago and I’m sorry I haven’t posted it sooner I just needed time to get it right :) The incredible Tumblr user @itssssxxlillian came up with this idea and this power and it’s just so creative I’m absolutely wowed by it!! If you want a sort of visual of the inspiration for the readers abilities, please check out this video! :) Enjoy!

Grab your popcorn and fuzzy socks my friends, this is a long one! 

Words: 1,913

Warnings: Minimal swearing 

You were starting over again. A new town, a new place, a new school. You felt like your whole life was you starting over. It was the same story too. You moved to a new school for your last year of high school because you loved the state and your parents were kind enough to send you there even though they lived a couple states away. Everyone reacted the same way too. Usually envious, wishing their family would let them go where they wanted for high school. You would smile and agree that you were lucky except you never felt that way because the story was a cover. There was no loving family waiting for you to return home when the school year ended, it was just you. You weren’t really even a senior, the truth was you’d been repeating 12th grade for years. The truth was you’d been using this story for as long as you could remember, the truth was you’d lost count of your age because you weren’t just any other teen. You were immortal, and here you were, starting over again.

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anonymous asked:

So for my nanowrimo project I pictured the main character to have darker skin. It's fantasy and in this world race isn't a real factor in anything. I know if I leave it unsaid the default will be white. My question is how do I draw attention to a detail like this when it doesn't have much impact on the plot or themes of the story. It's told in first person so I find it hard to incorporate naturally. Actually how to I describe main character image at all in first person?

Hi there, love!  Thanks for messaging :)  Congrats on taking on NaNoWriMo, too.  I wish you much luck and 50,000 words!

So, describing first-person appearance has always been a common writing struggle.  That’s the sole reason we get all those horrible scenes where the protagonist looks at themselves in the mirror, just now noticing their deep, hazel eyes and perfect complexion.  That’s not believable, and nobody thinks it’s clever.  It’s just easy, so it’s the solution people stick with.  But I have a few ideas for you.

First, I’d remind you that in clarifying the race of a character, skin color is not the only factor to consider.  Hair texture, bone structure, and eye color are also key racial characteristics.  You’ve stated that your race is set in a fantasy world, so it doesn’t necessarily match up with real-world races – so figure out what characteristics this race has (beyond just dark skin) and incorporate this into your description.  It will also help to create other (even minor) characters of this race, to help solidify the concept of the race in readers’ minds.

Okay.  With that out of the way, I’ll get back to my main point: how to describe your protagonist’s race and appearance.  Some options:

  • Just let them say it, early on.  First chapter, boom: “The pink shirt contrasts against my brown skin.”  “I look back toward the sound, black braids spilling over my shoulder.”  Or something to that effect.  Your character isn’t nervous or surprised about their race.  They’ve been black their whole life.  So be bold with it, and incorporate it fairly often into the description, just because it takes a little bludgeoning to make sure readers aren’t defaulting white.
  • Give your protagonist a reason to be aware of certain traits.  Perhaps meeting someone new, receiving a compliment, or just getting ready in the morning – give them some purpose behind analyzing their hair, skin, or other features.  Maybe they’re getting into bed and they pull their thick curls into a ponytail; maybe they’re out at lunch and some of their braids are unraveling and it’s really pissing them off.  Whatever opportunities you can find early on, and continually throughout the story, will help remind your readers who exactly they’re looking at. 
  • Have the character compare themselves to another person.  When we look at a new face, the traits that stick out to us are often the least familiar ones – for instance, I’m fairly short and have a long nose, so someone who’s really tall or has a tiny nose is going to stand out to me, because it’s not something I see in the mirror every day.  When describing a secondary character, consider the traits your POV character will notice.  Use phrases like, “much taller than I,” “hair unbelievably curly,” “eyes a shade of blue I’d never seen,” to emphasize such features. 
  • Remember that race is a part of your character’s identity.  Let them be aware of it!  Even if your race is fictional, race is more than an appearance – it’s a culture, a background.  At least one of their parents shares their race; they’re not the only black person they know.  This fictional race has its own history and its own name.  You only have to go as far into it as you want, but if you really want to assert a protagonist of color, it helps to add some information to their race.
  • Remember to describe white characters’ skin, too.  If you really want to keep from “normalizing” white skin, don’t let it slip under the radar.  If you take note of POC skin, also take note of white skin.  Don’t let Character A be the girl with golden brown skin and Character B just be… the girl.  You don’t have to go into detail with minor characters, of course, but that’s a good rule of thumb for characters who have more than one scene.

That’s my basic advice, but I’m not a person of color, so this is only the perspective of a white person who reads up.  Of course, if any of my followers disagree with what I’ve said, be sure to let me know and I’ll correct any bad information.

I hope this helps you, anon!  If you have any more questions, my inbox is always open :)  Happy writing!

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

Green doesn't look good on you - TJ Perkins Smut

Did somebody order a side of crappy smut?

I will be updating this off and on to make it better.

Constructive criticism is really appreciated, becauseI know I need improvement.

A/N: Hey guys, I’m sorry I’ve not been posting in awhile I still have writers block and ive been busy with Twitter and school. But hopefully I’m back now. Also another smut will be posted this week but it’s a personal request ive been working on it a lot and it’s amost finished. Btw this is my first time writing smut so please don’t hate me.

Warnings: Crappy editing and ending because I’ve been working on this at 12 am and this took 3 hours to finish. So there will be mistakes, grammar issues and a lot of other stuff. TJ also uses the words Slut and whore a lot, oops? Rough sex, Daddy Kink!, Cursing, I did go back and forth on the daddy kink because not everyone likes that. Poorly Written Smut.

Finn makes a special appearance in this.

Pairings: TJ Perkins x Reader

Summary: TJ is jealous and fucks the reader hard.

“Damn, looking good baby.” one of the male superstars said to me while letting out a wolf whistle. I just scoffed as I walked pasted him.

I was searching around the whole arena looking for The Finn Bálor who was also my biggest best friend in the whole wide world.

We went way back, I’m talking NWJP back.

I was about to give up when I heard that familiar irish accent.

“Y/N!” Finn screamed as he ran up to me wrapping his strong arms around me.

“Finn!” I said back, mocking his excitement. I also had wrapped mine arms around him returning the hug.

“Oh my gosh! I’ve missed you so much.” Finn squealed. “Awe, I’ve missed you too.” I smiled up at him admiring his beautiful features. Like his blue eyes, his red tinted lips, that pale perfect complexion of his and that contagious bright smile he always wore. Snap out of it Y/n, you have a boyfriend. I thought snapping harshly at myself.

I was too busy being zoned out though that I didn’t hear the ahem behind me at first. I slowly unwrapped my arms from Finn’s well built frame.

“Oh hey.” I said as I turned around being met with TJ’s harsh glare. “What the hell are you doing?” TJ snapped harshly at me, his brown eyes glaring at me and Finn.

“Um, hugging a friend?” I said although it sounded more like a question than a reply.

“Um not what it looks like to me. And ypu buddy stay away from mine girl or you’ll be getting a detonation kick from me, you got that punk.” TJ turned and jabbed his pointer finger at Finn as his stare felt like it was burning a hole through Finn’s head.

“Got it” Finn weakly muttered.
“Well I’m gonna go, see ya later, cutie” Finn said as he kissed your cheek and ran away, leaving you shocked.

“I’m gonna kill him.” TJ said in rage as he tried to run after Finn. “Baby, no!” you shouted as you held him back. You looked up at his angry face telling you he was pissed and you weren’t gonna lie it turned you on.

“And you know what I’m sick and tired of you flirting with other men Y/n, it’s time I’d show you who’s boss and who you belong too.” TJ growled as he dragged you to his dressing room.

As soon as TJ got to the dressing room he shutted the door and slammed you into it.

“Since you wanna act like a filthy slut you’re gonna be treated like one,” TJ growled into your ear lightly bitting on the shell of it and kissing his way down your neck, slightly sucking on your soft spot which caused you to moan loudly and probably will leave an hickey. He quickly took off your clothes and disregarded them around the room somewhere.

“Now get on your knees,” he demanded while he fumbled with his pants button. When you didn’t listen he grabbed you by the hair and roughly pushed you on your knees.

“When I say something you fucking do it the first time whore, got that” he slightly yelled. You only nodded scared to speak. You’ve never seen this side of him and truthfully it made you wet and weak in the knees.

After about a second he took his pants and boxers off sliding them down his thick legs and as they pooled onto the floor. He stepped out of them and right in front of your face.

“You know what to do slut, now get sucking and by the way if you tease me your punishment will be worse.” he said with no emotion but pure jealously and lust written on his face. You gulped not even thinking about talking back as his dark brown eyes stared down at you. You took one your small hands and wrapped it around his cock while the only massaged his balls. You slowly kissed his tip, before finally licking down his shaft.

“What did I say about teasing me,” he grunted. He quickly shoved his whole dick down your throat which caused you to gagged. “Now that’s better” he said in a lustful voice as he started thrusting into your mouth. You hurriedly picked up the pace by sucking his dick as fast you could to meet his thrusts. You continuously massage his balls as he moaned out an fuck. “Looked at you, down on your knees taking daddy’s cock like a good girl” he purred. You let out a moaned and looked at him through your eyelashes which caused him to moan as the vibrations ranned up his dick. You sucked harder and faster as he threw his head back at the pleasure he was reciving. His harsh thrusts slowed down and as he a moaning mess.

“Fuck, babygirl, daddy is so close.” he grunted making a misshift ponytail of your hairl, tugging on it while looking down at your naked form. “Come on daddy you can do it” you said urging him on while still sucking on his dick. After a few more harsh thrusts and sucks, he camed down your throat. You pulled him out of your mouth and swallowed all of his cum. His breath still uneven as he roughly pulled you up and onto the couch on all fours. “Now here is what I’m gonna do, I’m going to fuck you so hard until the whole rooster knows mine name, got it and I expect an answer from you” he said growling as he roughly smacked your ass. “Y-yes D-daddy,” you said crying out from the pain that soon turned into pleasure.

“Aw would you look at that, already so wet for me kitten and I’ve barely touched you,” he smirk as he ran his two fingers down your wet lips teasingly. He finally thrust two fingers into your pussy. “Fuck TJ” you moaned out not expecting for it to be so fast.

TJ continuously thrust his fingers into you. And each time your moans got louder and louder. “You see this tight little pussy babygirl it’s only mine and no one elses.” he husked into your ear. “Yes, only yours daddy.” you agreed as you let out an slutty moan. One hand was still thrusting into you while the other one was smacking your ass.

“S-shit Teej, I’m closed,” you rasped out.

“I know baby,” was all TJ said before he quickened the paced brushing your g-spot each time until you finally came all over his fingers, he wasted no time sucking your juices off his fingers and moaning at your taste. “You taste amazing, baby, here try it yourself.” he roughly kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself. Which caused you to moaned into his mouth.

He pulled away as he walked behind you, making you whined at the loss contact. “Don’t whine now baby, the pleasure has just begun.” he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and roughly thrusted into your core pounding into you relentlessly from behind. “Fuck babygirl,” he hissed as your tightness clenched around his dick.

“Oh my fuck, TJ, this feels so good. faster and rougher please.” you begged. “As you wish, princess.” he groaned pulling on your hair hard, as his thrusts speeded up but not fast enough to your liking, as you meet his thrusts, moaning. “Fuck, you’re such a good slut, taking daddy’s thick cock from behind.” he groaned into your ear as he pounds into your g-spot. “Who fucks you this good baby,” TJ moans out. “You do, TJ,” you say as you clench around his dick. “Daddy I’m close.” you moan out as he is thrusting into harder. “So am I, babygirl.” he hummed.

All could be was loud moaning of his name after he thrust he made and the occasional skin slapping. After a quick few more thrusts you finally cummed all over his cock and he squirted into you, he thrusted in you a few more times getting you guys off your highs, after he was done he pulled out of you and felled onto the couch as the tiredness took over him.

“Wow.” you both said in unison, wiping off the sweat that formed on your foreheads.

You giggled kissing his lips tenderly.

“I’m sorry baby for flirting.” you said apologising, smiling at him tiringly.

“It wasn’t your fault and you weren’t the one flirting but I’m sorry for being an jealous asshole and calling you all those rude names,” he said back, apologising as well.

“It’s okay, I like it, when you’re angry.”

TJ was about to pull you into a passionate kiss until the knock at the door startled you.

“Hey could you guys keep it down in there? We all now understand that she’s yours, TJ.”

“Yikes.” you both thought.

I went to South Korea a few days ago (hence my slight inactivity here), and while there, decided to visit the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ), particularly the Joint Security Area or the border to North Korea.

The ride towards Panmunjom was pretty uneventful until we arrived at the archway entering Paju village. A Republic of Korea soldier asked to see our passports, we were given IDs to show we were with the United Nations, and pictures were no longer allowed until they say so. However, the danger of entering what was technically North Korea didn’t occur to me until I read the waiver we were supposed to sign:

This pretty much hit the idea of “WHAT DID YOU GET YOURSELF INTO - YOU CAN SERIOUSLY DIE HERE!!” home, but instead of thinking of that fear, I got thinking of Hyun Joong.

I asked Private Chun, our military escort, if a lot of idols and celebrities choose to serve their mandatory military service at the DMZ, and he replied with “Nah, we don’t get many. They always want the easy jobs.” Our guide also added, “They want to maintain their perfect complexions, their weight…DMZ is not a good fit for them.”

I’ve always admired Leader, but the amount of pride I have for him after hearing that multiplied by a thousand. Not only did he serve 21 months in the border (where North Korea’s unpredictability could have injured, or worse, killed him at a moment’s notice) but he did a damn good job at it, too. And to think he managed it amidst the heat of the whole Choi issue and feeling the judgement of so many people as well.

He mentioned before that we may be a bit hesitant to declare ourselves his fans now, but on the contrary, I’m prouder than ever to label myself as one. After all, Kim Hyun Joong is truly worth admiring. What others wanted to avoid at all costs, he went into head-on and with his best foot forward.

Fighting, Leader! Probably a few months too late to say this now, but ThanKyu for your brave service. I, together with the entirety of Triple S and Henecia, am proud of you!

^ my Triple S/Henecia friend @cupofnoodlesoup asked me to fansign her


Originally posted by plasticbagbarbie

Little Avenger - 5

Pairing: Peter x reader

Summary: Peter and you went on your first mission together. While you both were excited and all buzzed up, Bucky couldn’t help but be the overprotective dad he was to you.

Author’s Note: this one is my personal favourite. It took me so long to write and edit. The word count is more than usual but you won’t be disappointed. It’s got some nice fluff and cute Peter. Hope you like it!

Warnings(s): swearing, drinking and fighting

Word Count: 2568

Part 4, 6

Originally posted by captainamericacivilwhore

The day had arrived and Peter was regretting being at the tower deeply, he thought he would get to enjoy your company. Little did he know he would have to meet Bucky. He didn’t hate him; god, he didn’t. it was just that he was very protective of you and could be very intimidating.

‘so, parker, how was school.’ Bucky crossed his arms and looked at him. they were sat opposite each other on the table. At that moment, Peter knew exactly what criminals felt like during their questioning.

‘it’s Saturday, sir. We don’t have school today.’ He chuckled awkwardly.

‘right.’ He said. ‘let me tell you a few things, okay?’ he looked at him and he nodded.

‘if you try anything funny with (y/n),’ he leaned forwards. ‘I will kill you.’ he said and Peter tried to hide his discomfort. ‘and, if you let anyone else touch her, I will hold you responsible.’ he leaned back and toyed with a knife. ‘well, I might not have to worry about it, because she’s capable of things you can’t imagine, with or without her powers. it’s just my duty as she’s more than a sister to me.’ He kept the knife aside. ‘that’ll be all.’ he smiled and signalled him to leave.

‘I-I’ll keep that in mind.’ he left hurriedly.

‘you were threatening the kid? Seriously, buck?’ Steve asked as he brushed passed Peter.

‘that kid will be all alone with (y/n) in some crazy ass party, I had to! I needed to make sure he doesn’t take any advantage of the situation.’ he defended himself and Steve sighed in response.

Peter was all set for the mission before you and was waiting with Pietro. Their friendship was an odd one but he was the only one who didn’t tease Peter that much.

‘so, you have something planned for tonight?’ Pietro wiggled his brows.

‘what do you mea-, what?! No!’ he said with an embarrassed expression.

‘come on, parker. When will you take the big step. Just say it already!’ he slapped his shoulder lightly.

‘it’s not all that easy, dude. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.’ He scratched his cheek.

‘hey, trust the ladies’ man,’ he pointed at himself. ‘I can tell she likes you, do something tonight, impress her.’

‘she doesn’t go for guys like me, she is one of those girls you read about in books, she’s an adventure herself.’ He smiled at the thought of you. ‘She goes for bad boys, not for awkward, sweet, goofs like me.’ He sighed.

‘give it a try, plus you can always save some bad boy stuff for,’ he looked at him and coughed. ‘other times.’ He winked at him. Peter snickered and punched him lightly. They were chatting casually until you walked in the room.

‘how do I look!’ you twirled to show off your red dress. The dress had lace designing and was the perfect shade for your complexion. your hair were tousled, your dress was perfectly flaunting your body and the light makeup made your features come out beautifully.

‘you look great, chip!’ Pietro grinned knowing how much the nickname annoyed you if anyone other than Natasha called you by it.

‘you look beautiful.’ Peter got up smiled at you making a heat rise to your cheeks.

‘you look rather dashing yourself, parker.’ You grinned. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you. you weren’t the type of girl to wear makeup and dresses and you never took off your gasses until it was necessary. Seeing you like that was just something different.

‘let’s get going, red.’ Bucky walked in the room as he wore his sweatshirt. ‘parker,’ he gave him a sharp look.

‘Bucky! How do I look?’ you faced him.

‘you look gorgeous.’ He smiled seeing your grinning face. You never got to be your age and you could today. But how ironical was it that it was for another mission. ‘get in the car, Nat’s waiting.’ he said.

‘okay, come on, Pete.’ You took his hand and led him out of the room. Peter looked at Bucky’s angry face.

Natasha was sitting in the front while she fiddled with her bracelet. You smiled at her when you saw her and she returned it.

‘isn’t my chipmunk looking amazing.’ She turned around to face you both.

‘well, it’s all your work.’ You grinned.

 ‘you look good too, Peter.’ She smiled at him and he muttered a thank you.

‘all right, let’s get this over with.’ Bucky got in the driver’s seat and put on the seatbelt.

It took you not more than 30 minutes to reach that place. It wasn’t very posh; it was an old mansion that required some maintenance. Pop music filled the car as you rolled down the windows. You could see many teenagers dancing, laughing and drinking when you looked around.

‘kids these days.’ Bucky said with a disgusted face. ‘okay,’ he turned around and faced you two. ‘no touching, no drinking, no kissing, no getting tattoos, no-‘

‘here’s your card, show it to them and they’ll let you in.’ Natasha handed you a card. ‘and shut up, Barnes.’ She glared at him. ‘you know what he looks like?’ she asked you and you nodded. ‘great.’ She smiled. ‘try have some fun while you’re at it.’ she winked and you both chuckled.

 ‘bye Nat, bye Buckbeak. Love you!’ you grinned and pulled Bucky’s cheek.

‘love you too, now scoot!’ he said grumpily. Natasha couldn’t help but grin at how much you had changed him.

You had to walk for a while before you could reach the entrance. You looked around and moved closer to Peter.

‘it seems fun.’ You said sarcastically to Peter.

‘I thought you loved these places, you know you are the ‘badass girl’’ he nudged you in the ribs.

‘that I am.’ You smirked and stopped by the entrance.

‘invitation?’ a guy with lip piercing said.

‘here.’ Peter handed him the card. He first examined the card and looked at both of you.

‘enjoy.’ He opened the gate and gave you a sly smirk. The place was dimly lit and smelled like a mixture of perfumes and cheap deodorants. It was blaring with new songs and was stuffed with people.

‘did he think we were…’ Peter turned to you.

‘yeah.’ You chuckled. ‘okay, lets split. We’ll be able to find him sooner that way.’ You said and he nodded.

‘be careful.’ You heard Bucky’s voice in your com.

  ‘the hell I will.’ You wandered deeper into the crowd. You walked around talking and laughing. The experience was pleasant.

‘did you find him?’ you heard Peter’s voice in your com. ‘nah, but I heard that he will be by the dancy thingy in about an hour.’ You said. ‘can you come here?’ you said through the com.

‘sure.’ He said. You were drinking some water taping your feet to the music all alone. Some guys had tried to talk to you but you had told them off. You weren’t in the mood to talk to some idiot and listen to his endless chatter about himself.

‘hey gorgeous.’ You heard someone say.

‘I am no- ‘you turned around and found Peter grinning. ‘Peter!’ you sighed in relief. ‘you won’t believe how many idiots I had to bear!’ you stood next to him.

‘well, I am here now. Let’s just sit somewhere.’ He found a place to sit and sat down with you.

‘I hate this place.’ You leaned back.

‘yeah, I can tell that.’ He chuckled. ‘so, did you find yourself a girl?’ you wiggled your brows at him.

‘I have my eyes on this one girl though.’ He smiled. The thought of him being with someone else stung a little. You liked him and you couldn’t let that happen.

‘oh,’ you said. ‘who’s lucky girl?’ you nudged him with your shoulder.

‘um, let’s see, she has beautiful (y/e/c) eyes, great smile..’ as he described the appearance you could feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

‘and she is sitting next to me.’ He looked at you hopefully and smiled.

‘what?!’ you grinned.

  ‘mhm.’ He looked down.

‘you meant all that?’ you looked at him.

‘yup, I did.’ He looked at you.

‘I- ‘you were starting to speak until you noticed the boy you were looking for. ‘Peter! Look he’s here!’ you stood up.

‘let’s get him and leave then.’ He said half-heartedly.

‘yeah, but not like that. We can’t just attack him.’ you said. ‘wait outside, I will get him there and then look after it all.’ You turned to him. ‘okay?’

‘okay.’ He tried to hide the sadness caused by his unanswered question.

‘great.’ You smiled. ‘how will you do it?’ he furrowed his brows.

‘by turning up the heat.’ You simply stated and he gave you a confused look. ‘just wait and watch. And don’t go out just yet wait for my signal.’ You winked at him and disappeared in the crowd. He took a deep breath and followed you.

You looked around and found the guy leaned against a table. He noticed you and passed a smile which you returned. You were thinking for way to get him to talk to you until an idea popped in your mind.

  You made your way towards the DJ and asked him to play your favourite song. You smiled and ran your hands through your hair as the music filled the air. You danced like you didn’t care and let your hair flow. You swayed your hips to the music and danced in a manner that Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you.

‘damn.’ Peter thought with his mouth agape.

You were just moving to the beat and looking for the guy until the song changed. Red dress by MAGIC! Played and you smirked at your victory. You looked at him and he locked eyes at you. he took a sip of his drink without breaking eye contact. He moved towards you and started to dance with you. you took in his appearance as he did so. He was wearing a leather jacket and distressed jeans, his hair were slicked back with hair gel and he smelled like cigarettes, spearmint and a heavy perfume. Peter clenched his fists and jaw at the scene. He couldn’t bear another guy touching you.

‘you wanna get outside? We can go for a ride or something.’ He looked said to you.

‘I would love that.’ You smiled. He took your hand and led you outside. You signalled Peter to follow you and he nodded.

You got outside and he offered you a drink. You had no other option, you knew it wasn’t something you should do but you ended up taking a few sips. You could feel it kicking in already, it was too strong.

‘name’s Chris.’ He introduced himself. ‘I have to say, you were pretty hot in there.’ he moved closer to you and you leaned against the cold wall.

‘thanks.’ You said. ‘I am pretty good at other stuff as well.’ You tilted your head and ran a finger along his jawline. You couldn’t concentrate well; the drink was messing up with your system.

‘mind showing me?’ he said in a low voice.

‘mhm.’ You said innocently. He moved closer but you slipped aside, kicked him in the side, punched him several times and locked him.

‘aren’t I great?’ you asked him. ‘who the fuck are you? get off me, b- ‘he couldn’t speak more as Peter had his mouth closed with his webbing.

‘don’t you know how to talk to a girl?’ Peter got in his face.

‘can you that with his hands too?’ you said to Peter and he nodded. ‘thanks Petey!’ you hiccupped.

‘(y/n) are you,’ he got closer to you. ‘are you drunk?!’ ‘that asshole made me drink this thingy, and it’s gotten me all woozy.’ You stumbled a little. ‘leave it all aside let’s get him to them.’ You picked Chris up. ‘let’s get going, hon. You had a lot of fun ruining all those lives.’ You stumbled again.

‘I guess I’ll take him, you just, follow.’ He said as he griped his arm.

‘okay.’ You smiled and followed him to the car. ‘do you want me to enchant his mind?’ you asked.

‘nah, I guess i’m good.’ he peter held on to the guys arm.

Some agents took Chris from there. Peter after giving them some instructions, helped you walk to your car where Bucky and Natasha were waiting for you. Bucky stopped talking to her when he noticed Peter half carrying you to the car. They both got out of the car and walked towards you.

‘what the hell happened?!’ Bucky asked.

‘Peter got me drunk.’ You whined and hugged Peter closely.

‘you did what?!’ Bucky lunged towards Peter but Natasha grabbed him.

‘no! I didn’t! that guy Chris gave her something! She had him on the ground when I reached there!’ he explained himself.

‘yeah, I beat his ass.’ You giggled.

‘okay, (y/n) come get in the car.’ Bucky tried to separate you from Peter but to no avail.

‘no, I don’t wanna leave him. he’s nice and warm.’ You buried your face in his neck. Peter couldn’t help but smile, he had never had you this close. He quickly his smile when he saw Bucky clench his jaw.

‘no problem, Peter, get her in the car.’ Natasha said calmly. He nodded and helped you in the car.

‘can I have a makeup wipe?’ you cocked your head between the front seat.

‘sure, here you go, chip.’ She handed you a few wipes.

‘thanks.’ You sat back and handed one wipe to Peter.‘Pete, help me.’

‘o-okay.’ He took it wiped your cheeks.

Bucky clutched the steering wheel and Natasha nudged him.

‘let them be, buck.’ Natasha said to him. ‘look how happy she is.’ These words softened his expression.

‘I want to get rid if this dress.’ You huffed.

‘no!’ they said in unison.

‘I am intoxicated not out of my mind. I wouldn’t take it off here.’ You leaned back and crossed your arms over your chest. you started to feel your eyes droop, the drink had been too strong. You yawned and moved closer to Peter.

 ‘do you mind?’ you asked him.

 ‘not at all.’ He raised his arm and you snuggled close to him.

‘thanks.’ You hugged him close and he hesitantly wrapped his arm around you.

You arrived at the base and Peter helped you out of the car. He was about to leave but you stopped him.

‘leave me to my room.’ you pouted. He looked at Bucky for approval and he got a deep breath in response.

‘alright.’ He smiled and helped you in.

You both got in the elevator and you stared at him.

‘what?’ he leaned against the wall.

‘you like me?’ you smiled.

‘yeah.’ He looked down.

‘I like you too, a lot.’ You grinned and moved closer. He stopped you and you gave him a confused look.

‘you don’t mean it, you’re drunk.’ He smiled sadly and sighed.

‘no! I do.’ you pouted.

‘if you do, I’ll come here, tomorrow morning, and if you will still like me, I am all yours.’ He cupped your face.

‘at least let me do something.’ You said.

 ‘what?’ he asked.

 ‘this.’ You kissed the corner of his mouth. ‘we’ll get to it later.’ You winked and the elevator gates opened. ‘goodnight.’ You smiled at him and left. He stood there seeing you leave and he leaned against the wall again. the night was going to be a long one.

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A Rose in a Field of Dead Flowers

Hades! Joshua| 13 Days of SevenWeen

Word Count: 1,459

Genre: Fluff

Joshua was often lonely. Being the ruler of the underworld wasn’t always all fun and games. However he did have one friend he often talked to. Jun, Medusa’s son. 

To say that the two males liked each other was a stretch, they tolerated each other but only because they had no one else to talk to. In all honesty, Joshua was rather lonely. 

He’d tell Jun tales of how much he’d want a significant other, and Jun would try to tune him out.

Whether it be fate or coincidence, upon Jun’s journeys he had stumbled upon someone within Joshua’s standards on his travels to Sicily. When Jun returned to Greece, he informed Joshua of this person to which Joshua has already fallen deeply in love with the thought of them.

Yet one thought had continuously badgered at him. Who would love the God of the Underworld?

Being a god has its’ perks, with a blink of an eye Joshua was engulfed flames. He was teleported to the flower fields of Sicily where he saw you.

The contrast between the two of you was vast. You were alive, glowing underneath the sunlight, the sweat beads on your forehead glistened, your cheeks were a slight pink as your eyes held life. Joshua’s face was flawless, too perfect and sculpted. His complexion didn’t show a hint of an imperfection or color, it was truly as if he was carved out of stone.

You haven’t noticed Joshua standing across the field from you. The task of plucking flowers from the ground was keeping you occupied and unaware.

In a blue fiery mist, you watched as the flowers around you start to wilt except for the rose you were holding in your hand. The sky appeared as if it was lit on fire, it was painted red with black smoke for clouds.

Your eyes scanned the once vibrant field, now it appeared to be a graveyard of the flowers that once blossomed. Even the basket of flowers that accompanied of you were now filled with dead daisies and roses. You were the only breathing, living entity here. It took your optimum level of calmness to keep your heart at bay. Fear was the only thing you were feeling, and Joshua sensed that.

“Show yourself!” You shouted. Granted you were from Italy, the tales and myths of Greek gods and goddesses has spread through trade and merchants. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to speak of sightings of those gods or stories of the miracles they’ve performed.

As if a veil was pulled back, an all black chariot completed with four massive black horse stood clear among the dead flowers. You slightly gasped in fear, stumbling back. The rose you held was dropped beside you.

Joshua, dressed in a black suit, made casual strides towards you with his hands in his pockets and a look of wonder on his face. He knelt down once he was in front of you, he reached for the fallen rose which caused your state of anxiety and terror to be more obviously presented.

His hand paused as you let out a yelp and scooted back. Joshua’s eyes stared at yours for a good few seconds before proceeding to pick up the rose. As his fingers grasped the stem, the entirety of the rose had faded to a dark brown to which he smirked in satisfaction.

Joshua flickered his eyes to yours. He presented the lifeless object to you but not before he placed a gentle kiss on the bud.

“Now the rose is beautiful but not as beautiful as you.” His voice was like velvet, dripping with seduction.

Out of panic you accepted his gift , your eyes never leaving his.

“Where am I?” Your voice was barely a whisper as the tears started to well up in your eyes, the air became heavy to inhale.

Joshua’s lips turned upwards into a mischievous yet charming smile. “My dear, you are in the Underworld.”


Joshua kept you in the Underworld for who knows how long, you weren’t keeping track. A part of you yearned for the sunlight on Earth, the other part have grown fond of his darkness.

You were front and center when Joshua did unbearable things. Yet, when it was just the two of you together in his grand bedroom he was all charms and smiles.

Here in the Underworld there was no night or day, so you slept and woke up when you pleased. You were in bed when you heard the door click open.

“My love,” Joshua called out. You felt your heart flip with the name, yet you were ever so conflicted with being in love with the ruler of the Underworld. You played it coy, you were expressionless for the most part.

Even when Joshua had confessed his need for a partner, and him finally finding you made him feel something again, you tried your best to appear unaffected. It worked. Joshua has never once felt like he had made you feel anything for him asides from fear and reluctance, this speculation crushes him every single time he thinks about it.

His cat-like eyes were the only twinkling thing in this damned place, in all honesty you loved staring into them.

“I have some news.” Joshua sat down at the edge of the bed, you felt his weight dip down. You turned around to face him, still laying on your side.

“You’re so beautiful.” An awestruck look graced his face as his eyebrows slightly scrunched together, and the edges of his lips were curved upwards. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your face managed to stay stone-like.

Joshua sheepishly coughed to clear his throat, his smile disappearing. “That wasn’t the news.” Joshua took a deep breath. “The news at hand is… someone has appeared from the mainland to claim you as their spouse. They go by the name of Peirithous, do you know that person?”

You sat up from your comfortable position, you frowned at the name.

Joshua nodded. “So you do. What would you like me to do to this Peirithous?”

The malicious gleam you’ve become familiar with flashed in his eyes. Without another word to Joshua, you walked over to your dresser that was stock full of clothes. You got dressed right there and then, unbothered by Joshua’s presence.

Together you both walked out to the palace’s Throne Room. There a familiar face greeted you.

“Y/N, it’s been a year since your disappearance. I’m here to rescue you from this dreadful place.” Peirithous declared. In short, Peirithous was your entitled ex. Peirithous was crazy, and felt like they were obligated to marry you.

“I don’t need saving.” You spoke out in a clear and loud voice to which Joshua chuckled at your confidence.

Peirithous scoffed. “You’d rather stay here with him?”


Peirithous once again scoffed. “Then come with me.”

“No.” You firmly stated. Joshua approached your side, he whispered in your ear.

I’ll get rid of this problem, I’ll make it all better. Joshua’s voice brought tingles down your spine.

With a reluctant sigh, you hissed. “Do it.”

Maybe it was this place, the overwhelming dark aura that hung over your head all day. Maybe it was accompanying the Lord of Death. Whatever it was, you allowed Joshua to pierce Peirithous’s heart with a blade. And you liked it.

After all of that was done and the body was gotten rid of, Joshua led you back to his bedroom where the both of you were allowed some privacy. Joshua gently pushed you down onto the bed so that you were sitting. He got down on one knee.

“Do you really want to stay with me?” Joshua inquired, looking up at you with fluttering eyelashes. Maybe it was time to stop your act. You nodded a solemn yes. You did, you really did.

With the flick of a wrist, a single pomegranate seed appeared in Joshua’s hand. He held it out to you.

“In all of my years of existence, of seeing magnificent wonders of the world, of witnessing endless fields of flowers, to laying eyes on you. Y/N, you’re still the most beautiful being I’ve ever had the honor of even catching a glimpse of.” Joshua drew out every word as if he had all the time in the world, well he did. He just wanted to make sure you understood how deeply he felt for you.

“If you eat this pomegranate seed, you’ll be able to stay with me forever.” His voice came out airy and delightful. As cliche as it sounds, Joshua’s breath was hitched when the word “forever” left his mouth.

Needless to say, you accepted the red seed and tossed it in your mouth. Finally, Joshua won’t have to face forever alone anymore.

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I Want You (Taehyung x Reader Slight Smut)

Taehyung let his mouth gape wide open as the sensation rushed all throughout his system and gasped for the much needed fresh air in the hot atmosphere the room suddenly fell into. Sweat trickled down his forehead, drop after drop, they each slowly rolled down his seemingly perfect complexion. He leaned against the wall behind him and tossed his head up on it roughly, squeezing his shut eyes as he did. Taehyung finally released himself from his own grasp as he hiked down from his high. His brows knitted together and Taehyung angrily bit down on his bottom lips, not caring about that fact that he might just draw blood from the swollen flesh. He didn’t care. Taehyung was more bothered by the fact that this was the second time in the past twenty-four hour period that he had to sneak into the bathroom to pleasure himself. And it was all because of a girl. All because of you.

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Miss V // 2 - Joker Imagine

Pairing: Joker x Reader x Batman

Warnings: Guns, violence, killing, sexual intentions, I mean what else do you expect its about the joker

Plot: You work for Bruce Wayne by day and Batman by night. The two of you have started to develop feelings for each other but you are thrown off guard when you go undercover in Jokers club and you spark interest in him.

 // Part 1 //

Thank you guys for the over whelming response to “Miss V” Here is the highly requested Part 2 

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I sat with my hands tied to a chair and a burning feeling in my side. My head bobbed up and down going in and out of consciousness. I tried to move body, attempting to gain at least some feeling in my finger tips and toes but alas I have failed. 

My mind starts to wander to where Bruce could be. He never came to get you…maybe he didn’t care about you that much. With your clouded thoughts you began to tear up. You had your own way of playing mind games with yourself, tearing yourself apart inside. 

As you start to let tear drops fall, the door swings open and enters a smiling Joker. “My dear doll, how are we today?” He sings casting a smile down upon you. 

All you can do is mumble, not being able to pronounce words fluently or at all. 

“Whats the matter? Cat got your tongue!” He screeches as he laughs his signature laugh causing you to cringe. “I know what will make you feel better my dear!” He skips around the room grabbing a bottle of water and a granola bar. 

He drops it at your feet and unties your legs and arms giving your face a few easy slaps as he exits the room. “Ill be back later doll. Ive got a job for you.” He smirks walking away and slamming the metal door locking it. 

You reach down shakily and grab the granola bar you slowly eat it out of fear that it could be poisoned after all last night you had a knife to your throat and well more than one gun pointed at your head. You were on everyones hit list as the number one traitor of Gotham. Once you finish the food you down the water like the shots you were taking maybe hours before. You weren’t quite sure what time it was but you didn’t think you had been out for long. 

You move to your side where a burning feeling is being etched into your skin. Hesitantly you lift up your shirt. On the side of your hip is a dark tattoo, branding you. 

‘Property of J.’ Reads across your waist. You were his now and there was no going back. 

You began to cry clutching your side as you fell to the floor as you began to pity yourself, you remembered who you were. You started to laugh hysterically rolling around on the floor now. You were Miss V, Madame Viper, the Black Viper. You are the kickass villain, crime stopping badass women you were only years ago. And there was no way in hell that anyone especially the joker would stop you. 

You stood up straightening out your worn down dress and carefully paced around the room, looking for any way out. You heard a knock on the door and small food slot opened like it would in a high level prison your head snapped over. 

“If you want a full meal you will need to come over and get it.” One of J’s henchman grumble. 

You slowly creep over to the side where he can’t see you. “Miss V are you okay?” He questions his voice becoming shaky. “Boss will be pissed if you are hurt.” He mumbles to himself opening the door to come in and see where you are. 

He opens the door and you slide out of it closing it hard and loud. Enough for the man inside to hear. “Idiot, you should know not to open the door with a criminal inside.” You scoff looking at your now chipped fingernails. 

The guy bangs on the door begging for you to come back mumbling how Joker is going to kill him all you can do is laugh. Grabbing his gun off the floor and practically skipping out the front door. 

You steal one of the black cars parked pout front and speeding off into the distance. You begin to reach Bruce’s place when a fit of rage overcomes you. Why the hell didn’t he come for you. You have been nothing but loyal to him and this is how he treats you. You were not only pissed but you were livid. 

You climb put of the car slamming it as you carelessly throw the keys over your shoulder. This wasn’t your car what are you to do with it. You walk up the stairs to his mansion swinging open the door. 

“Bruce!” You yell walking through his house calling for him but no response was given. 

Alfred comes from outside, looking in a disturbed matter. “Y/N? What are you doing here, master Wayne has gone out to look for you.” He states fixing his jacket and combing back his hair. 

“Well he did a great job didn’t he.” You seethe showing your hands in the air making a dramatic motion. 

You pace around the room a little longer before you sit on the couch you take in your attire. You ripped gold dress no longer shines, your hair is tousled and not in the good way and don’t even get me started on your makeup. You looked like a complete mess and not a hot one. 

As you are gaining composure the door swings open like it did moments before when you arrived only this time it was Bruce. His hair was messy and the circles under his eyes were dark. 

“Master Wayne, she is here.” You heard Alfred say. 

Bruce coming waltzing in around the corner stopping at the door frame taking you in. “W-What happened?” He questions looking down to the ground obviously feeling guilty for putting you through the torte of the Joker. 

“Oh you know, just playing games with the Joker.” You spat rolling your eyes getting up off the couch and pointing a finger at him backing him into he wall. “Did you try saving me after you realized oh shit maybe something went wrong and I should go check on her!?” You yelled pushing him further into the wall. 

“Damn you look hot when your angry.” He smirks trailing his hand down your side. 

This threw you off. Here you were screaming at him and all he could do was find you sexy. You laugh out of pure craze and lean against him grabbing his shirt pulling it towards you. “Im still pissed.” You say through your teeth not being able to stay mad at him for long. 

“Well, why don’t I make it up to you.” He says grabbing your waist and picking you up with ease. “Ill make it worth your while” He whisper biting your neck surely leaving a mark. 

While this would usually cause you to swoon, that excitement didn’t hit you like it usually does. Something was off. He wasn’t turning you on you needed something more, you needed something rough like the Joker. 

Oh my god. 

You were actually thinking about the Joker right now!?

I mean his pale complexion and perfect facial structure was hard to resist, plus his metal teeth sent shiver down your body and oh those tattoos were to die for. 

Your head was spinning with the thoughts of the Joker when It hit you. 

You had fallen for the Psychopath. 


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fic: nothing but sheets in between us

Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~7000
Characters: Steve/Natasha, a little bit of the ensemble
Prompt: manip by @avengersxnited
Summary: AU. It doesn’t really matter if she likes him or not as long as they’re convincing enough for the cameras.

A/N: I must have watched Chris Evans in the Gucci Guilty commercials a few dozen times while writing this. For research purposes, of course.


“One of the models for Tony’s shoot canceled last night,” Pepper tells her. “Maria has been trying to find another all day, but she hasn’t had much luck.”

“Isn’t the shoot tomorrow?” Natasha asks, picking at her turkey sandwich again. She can already tell where this is about to go. “I’m guessing Tony must be a wreck.”

“He is,” Pepper sighs. “He tried making breakfast to take his mind off of it and now I need a new pan for my omelets.”

“Shame,” Natasha replies.

Pepper hums, and Natasha makes the mistake of glancing back up to find the woman smiling at her, soft and sweet. Sly is more like it, Natasha thinks, already knowing the words as she’s saying them: “Which is why I need a favor from you.” Natasha starts to protest, but Pepper quickly continues with, “You know I wouldn’t even be asking if I didn’t need to.”

“Technically you haven’t asked anything yet,” Natasha points out. It’s a dodge and they both know it. “Pepper, I’ve never modeled before. I’d be terrible at it.”

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relentlesswonder  asked:

How is your complexion so perfect?? Your skin looks like literally the softest I've ever seen!

Genes definitely have a lot to do with it. I never had acne in my teen years (I’m paying for it now though 🙄) and I never fall asleep with makeup on and always do my skincare routine before bed. When I do my makeup, I use a primer and a foundation suited for my skin’s needs, using a Beauty Blender to apply it which gives a very flawless look and I color correct any pimples that have inevitably popped up. Plus my camera has a built in skin smoothing feature so that’s definitely helpful 😅

anonymous asked:

I found your blog thanks to the Reyes art, and checked some of your other stuff, i gotta you are very talented, just wow. And the way you paint Reyes is perfect. I suck at giving compliments, so I'll just say wow again.

aaah thank you, i’m realy happy that you appreciate my Reyes! i’m doing my best by not painting him all flawless-skinned and stuff, it’s really hard haha considering my love to draw everyone perfect. i mean, in-game Reyes looks amazing but he’s also rough and kinda shabby? in a good way ofc and it makes total sense bc he’s an outlaw and an exile and he lives in KADARA so he shouldn’t have perfect complexion and whatever and i’m very pleased when i read tags and see that people pay attention to that, it really matters!