Chapter: 1/7 Rating Chapter: T Rating fic: Explicit Loki x Reader Set after the destruction of New York, Loki has escaped.
Quick fic based on a picture of a black cat with green eyes I saw on the internet.
“See you tomorrow!”
You waved at Lisa, your colleague and friend, as the glass doors opened with a ‘swoosh’ and allowed you to step outside. You moved your hand through your hair and let out a sigh. Another long day at work, but you had survived – although with slight difficulty. Jason had been a real arse again, and your boss wasn’t much better, and every unpleasant interaction with either of them had sucked the energy right from your body. It felt as if your eyelids could fall shut any moment simply because you lacked the strength to keep your eyes open much longer. Home. You longed to be home. The prospect of the soft pillows on the couch and a warm cuppa in your hands set your weary legs in motion, and you forced your mind to focus. Just a fifteen minute walk and you’d be able to throw yourself on the sofa.
The cold breeze brought back some of your liveliness as you traversed the cobblestone streets, hitting you in the face to keep you awake. To your slight annoyance you were still easily distracted: the smell of fresh bread from the nearby bakery nearly lured you inside, and the shimmer of a pretty gemstone had you standing in front of the window for at least a minute, your mind drifting off. No, you needed to move on, to go home. Then you’d be able to make yourself some dinner, or possibly order some takeout, and you could be distracted all you wanted.
Your resolve seemed to stay intact for another few streets – until you noticed the cat.
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“there’s always this one stupid mistake that changes everything”
Every love story that you’ve read always ended with a happy ever after. But for you, you had no hopes, no expectations, absolutely nothing for the happy ending. What you knew was that it was going to be hard, hurtful and a very long journey through pain.
It was going to be hard looking at him, seeing his photos on social medias, see people that reminded you of him. You knew it was going to be hard. But it was thousand times worse to see him with her not even a week after your break up.
It was hard to see them walk into the restaurant that you worked at. It was hard to swallow and breathe when he walked past you, not giving you a glance and right there, you felt like the two of you were back to strangers who never even shared a kiss. Strangers that never had been madly in love. Strangers that will always stay as strangers.
“Y/N, don’t just stand there, we have some lovely customers waiting to order” you heard your boss say which made you realize that you were going to be their waitress. With shaky legs and short steps, you tried really hard to walk as slowly as possible.
“I-I’m Y/N and I will be y-your waitress for toni-” “Can we have another waitress taking our order?” you didn’t even need to look up from your notebook to know that it was him. His voice was the same. At least something about him was the same.
“Uh… I-I don’t know, I’ll as-” “Is that the way a waitress talk to her customer? That she doesn’t know?” He was trying to upset you, to make you feel like a completely fool in front of these high class people. “I-I am sorry, I will fix this” you had turned around to leave with tears in your eyes when you heard him again.
“Fix what, a broken relationship? Yourself and your wrong doings? Is there anything to fix that has already happened, Y/N?” You felt his heavy breaths in the crook of your exposed neck. It sent a bucnh of shivers down your spine. You missed being this close to him but you knew he was only playing with you. Yoongi knew your weak spots. He knew what you’ve always wanted, his presence, his caringness. Something he had never shown you before.
Taking a deep breath, you turned around, facing him. “I won’t fix a broken relationship, because I wasn’t the one who broke it. I will fix my own broken heart and I will not let you or anyone break it again. Don’t fuck around with my feelings because even though I love you more than you will ever imagine, I won’t be on my knees begging for your love and trust again.”
It felt good to say that.
It felt good to be the one leaving him this time.
But at the same time, you went through as much pain like the times he had left you standing. This time was worse, because you knew that he won’t be the one running after you like how many times you had run after him.
Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Him running after you. Begging for forgiveness and for you to take him back?
For the two of you, it was never like that. He never had you as his first priority. He never thought about running after you if you one day would leave his side. It was an obvious matter that he never realized how much you really loved and cared for him.
Until it was too late.
Min Yoongi, the one who thought he was going to be perfectly fine without you. The one who expected life to be easier without your non-stop loving and caring. The one who thought that you would come running back like all the other times.
But he was so wrong.
It has been months since he last saw you. It has been months since he last talked to you. He has been months since he saw your smile.
But it has only been a few seconds since he thought about you. About all the times he would carelessly walk past you while you stood there in the hall at 1:a.m to welcome him home. Always smiling that bright smile of yours. But he never noticed that. Everything he saw was black. He was blinded by work, by negative thoughts and always the flaws in you. Yoongi never saw the good in you, he saw past it.
He had blamed you for everything you never once did. Instead, he was the one who cheated. He was the one that didn’t show that he cares and loved you enough.
But then why was he still expecting you to come running back into his arms? The arms you had once felt safe even though he always pushed you away. Even though it was there, in his arms that you had cried rivers, because of him. You still thought that his arms were the safest place. A place you called home.
“When are you going to grow up and actually be the one to get her back?” Jin asked Yoongi, still angry because of the things he had done to you. “Hyung, I have hurt her more than thousand times. I won’t get her back to hurt her once more”, just thinking about hurting you again made him want to run into a wall.
“Do you love her?”
“Yes I do. I love her a lot and that’s why I’m letting her go this time, willingly. I won’t get her back because she deserves a better man. A man who hasn’t cheated on her. A man who has the courage to stand up for his wrong doings and a man who can tell her that he loves her, every single day wihout getting tired of saying that repeatly.”
“Although I don’t want her to get hurt again, I really want you to at least show her now, that you love her. Because she sure as hell loved you more than anything else, she still loves you. She still cares. She still has you as her background on her phone for goodness sake. She still thinks about you and waits for you, at home.”
“She- she still loves me…?” How could you still love him after all these things? How could you still love a cheater and a jerk of a boyfriend?
“Yes, she loves you very much Yoongi, you better not mess up this time. I will be there with a knife if you hurt her again. But for now, get ready and go to her.” Although Yoongi was exciterd to finally meet you again after all these months, he was shaking because of the nervousity.
“Calm the freaking down, Suga” Jin laughed before giving him a pat on the shoulder. Yes, Jin was right, he had to calm down. He had to think through what he was going to say. He wanted to come there prepared.
After one hour of getting ready and preparing for his speech, he was finally leaving to get home and this time it was home to you.
You didn’t expect to see him any time soon and you definitely didn’t expect him to stand there when you opened the door. “Yoongi, what are you doing here?” It was a stupid question because this house wasn’t just yours, it was his as well
“I came here to see you and to talk” was his simple reply. He was usually hard to read, but you saw that his hands were trembling and that he was nervous. You didn’t know why but you knew for sure that it was because of the minutes that were getting near. You knew the words he was going to say was the main reason why he was so nervous that it was almost unbelievable that Min Yoongi would lose his calmness like that.
“Can I come in?” He asked which you nodded to and let him walk past you before you shut the door after him.
“How- how are you doing?”
“I’m getting better, thank you for asking”
“Do you want something to drink?” You asked. Yes, you were trying to avoid talking about the past with him. You were afraid of getting hurt again and you weren’t ready for this talk, yet. You didn’t know what he was going to say. If he was going to tell you how much he regret it or if he was going to tell you that he’s getting married next week. Either way, you weren’t ready to hear him say anything.
“Y/N, please listen to me. I promise you, if you don’t like what I’m going to say then I will leave immediately after that I have told you. Please, Y/N-ah”, his voice was desperate, almost begging you to listen to him. So you did, you nodded and let him start his talking.
“First of all, I’m a completely idiot for treating you like nothing. I- I’m really nervous but I will try to tell you my feelings. No, I have to tell you because I want you to know how I feel.” He started.
“I was blind, I was stupid, a jerk, an idiot, a blinded idiot that never saw the good in you. I can’t blame it on anyone else, but me. I’m the one to blame for everything. If I had believed you, if I had trusted you, I would never ever have left you that night and all the other nights. I would gone home, kissing you when you opened the door for me in the middle of the night. But I’m sorry I didn’t do that.”
“Yoongi, saying things like these won’t take back what’s alreadyhas been done. I’m grateful that you took your time to tell me this, I’m really happy you told me this but Yoongi, I can’t come back to you.”
“Why? I love you Y/N. I love you more than I ever thought I could. But I do really, really, really love you. I know it won’t be easy for us to find the chemistry and love we once had. But if we love each other, if we can see the little chance of us getting back, then I am going to do whatever it takes to make it work. Because Y/N, I love you”, and then he was pressing his lips against yours while wiping away your tears with his thumbs.
The kiss was sweet but at the same time very passionate. It was through the kiss that you for the first time believed that he actually did love you and even if your heart was still aching, you felt yourself relax in the warmth of his arms.
“I love you Y/N and I will keep saying those words until we grow old together”
I don’t know if you guys know but I was planning to post this part last wednesday to celebrate this blog getting 6 months old and for almost one thousand followers!! It’s insame how time passes by this fast and how awesome you guys are for always reading my works!
But unfortunately, my computer died when I was in the middle of writing. So I couldn’t post this, but now, a few days later, this hell of a computer woke up from it’s coma and I hope it will at least work until I post this up.
Anyway, I really love you guys and thank you all for all the kind messages! I won’t stop writing because I love what I do and I love making friends through this. I’ve become friend with people that are my closest friends here on tumblr and I am forever thankful to BTS and this fandom.
Lol you don't have to draw her unless you really really want to, but her name is Veronica and she's at Camp Campbell for creative writing camp. She has dark brown wavy hair and wears a tanktop with some obscure reference on it (I haven't decided on a set one) and short leggings. But again, you really don't need to draw her unless you want too. That's about it for her that I can think of
I’m drawing her and that’s finally also she sounds adorable
So I love UF Paps and all he's like my favorite but... He's like... 11 feet taller than me (I'm 4'11)… I can only reach up to like his legs Do you think I could get his reaction to this? A really short SO that just wants to be loved XD -smol Bella
I HAD TO DO THIS ONE IMMEDIATELY FOR A SMOL BUDDY CUZ IM SMOL TOO AAAH!
- Bella sweetheart you make him feel bigger than he actually is, height wise and ego wise
- He’s probably going to poke fun at your height here and there
- But you’re his little S/o and he’s going to protect you by his life.
- With such a tiny little S/o he feels like he has to be your edgy knight in shining armor.
- You’re probably going to have to remind him that you’re not fragile and that you can defend yourself every once in a while because he gets in over his head about it.
- He will carry you EVERYWHERE
- Prepare yourself to be held 10+ feet above were your head would normally be when you stand.
- He won’t drop you but you might want to cling to his scarf-cape thing.
- You like sitting on his shoulders? He’s down.
- Piggyback rides? Definitely.
- He loves it but don’t tell him you know or he’ll be a blushing mess.
- Kisses would be weird for him because from his perspective all he can think is look at your tiny little face! You’ve got tiny little lips like what does he do?
- Hugs in the other hand wouldn’t be as bad, he doesn’t mind having to sit down to hug you or just pick you up for a second.
- Of course he’s not much for PDA so these kinds of things won’t happen too much (minus the carrying you thing. He loves to carry you).
- Did you read the cuddly prompt I did before? Think of that but with more confusion and concern for your well being. That’s what your cuddling would be like.
Request: Are requests still open??💗 If they are then could u maybe do one where you are Batman younger sister but you are also secretly in love with the Joker??
A/N: I’m thinking about making this into a series. Comment or message me if you like the plot and want more
‘’Y/N!’’ your big brother Bruce shouted from downstairs. He had invited
you to this year’s Wayne party. To be honest, you were never that interested in
all of his escapades. Sure, you grew up rich, but you always made sure never to
take that for granted. Both Bruce and Alfred were extremely overprotective of
you. When your parents died all those years ago, you were just a baby, so you
didn’t have any memories of them.
Even though Brucey was just a little boy, he had made a promise that day
to make sure you never got in harm’s way. You were only Y/A, so you’d never been
invited to these parties before.
There was always a lot of alcohol and a lot of
adults. Don’t get me wrong, you loved how protective Alfred and Bruce were of
you because it made you feel safe and loved but sometimes you were just annoyed
with their constant checking up on you.
Alfred still did things like make you breakfast and put your socks out
for you, as if you were still a little girl who needed help getting dressed.
had been about a year since Bruce told you his big secret. At first, you ran into
your room and locked the door, crying. Refusing to believe that your big brother actually was the Batman.
Although when you thought about it, it all made sense.
You eventually learned to live with it and now you were proud of your
big brother, saving the city and everything. A knock on your bedroom door made
you turn your head. ‘’Y/N? I called you, is everything alright?’’ a worried
Bruce spoke from outside your bedroom.
You sighed and shook your head. ‘’Yes,
big brother, I’m just getting dressed, relax.’’ Bruce sighed and leaned his
head to the door. ‘’You know I don’t want to be clingy, but I worry about you.
I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.’’
Sighing, you walked
over and opened the door. ‘’I know you do. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.
I will not drink alcohol and you will find me in the retirement section with
Alfred.’’ Bruce laughed and messed up my hair. ‘’Eyy!’’ you laughed at him and
pushed his shoulder.
‘’By the way, you are not wearing that.’’ He glared down
at your black, opened leg, V-neck dress.
‘’Aah, my bad. I’ll go put on my jumpsuit’’ you mocked him and stuck
your tongue out. Bruce stopped and shook his head. ‘’I’m serious Y/N, that is way too revealing, it’s not
You glared at him and dramatically surrendered using your hands.
‘’Got it, officer.’’ ‘’Funny. Party starts in ten minutes, so hurry down.’’
You walked back into your pink room, contemplating on whether or not to
change into something less revealing. It wasn’t actually too revealing at all,
it just showed of a little leg and a little part of your chest, barely even a
glimpse of your cleavage.
However, your toe showing was apparently enough for
it to be branded inappropriate.
When you were going to introduce yourself to people, Alfred and Bruce
had told you to say your name was Marie. Only a handful of people knew that you
were Bruce’s little sister.
After the murder, Alfred payed off the mayor to
keep your life a secret. According to the newspaper, the little baby died along
with the parents and poor little Bruce was left alone.
That was the same moment Alfred had the Batman-idea. You went to school
but under the name Smith.
It was kind of hard for you to make friends because
you always froze when people asked about your family or if they could come
visit at your place sometime. Eventually, Alfred had you pulled out of school
and tutored you from home.
Because of your lack of a social life, you didn’t have much experience
with boys or kissing. You had never really kissed a boy. That being said, you
didn’t really have the opportunity to either.
Whenever you left the house,
Bruce always sent someone with you, in case something happened.
stayed at a distance, so you wouldn’t feel pushed into a corner, but you could
always feel his presence.
A couple of months ago, you had begged Bruce to just let people know the
truth. What was so wrong about the world knowing Bruce Wayne had a little
sister? That night, he had sat you down and told you about how some of the
villains in Gotham knew his identity.
A few years ago, he had gotten sloppy and
two-face was able to rip his mask of his face. Of course, every citizen in
Gotham knew who the infamous boy billionaire Bruce Wayne was.
His identity had been well kept by Two-face and the others, figuring
there would be no fun in revealing his true identity. Bruce had a lot of enemies in Gotham and if any of
them found out that he had a little baby sister, you would immediately become a
Because that would mean the Batman had a weakness and a weakness can be
Understanding his side of the story, you had accepted that it would just
have to be like this. To be honest, being kidnapped by a group of notorious
Gotham villains didn’t sound that much fun, so you guessed it was for the best.
You walked over to your mirror and looked at the dress, hugging your
body. It went down to about your knees, revealing a bit of skin on the right
leg. It was short-sleeved and black velvet.
You felt really glamorous in it and
chose a pair of small golden heels to match. Applying some pink lipstick to
your full lips, you headed downstairs to Bruce’s big mansion.
When you walked down the stairs, you could see hundreds of people in
suits and dresses, champagne glasses in hand and chattering about business and
grad school. Scoffing to yourself, your eyes started searching for Bruce or
Alfred. When you made eye contact with your big brother, you raised your
eyebrows and hurried over to him.
He glared at you when he saw what you were
wearing, but kept his mouth shut, figuring this wasn’t the time and place.
‘’This is Marie, she’s an intern at Wayne Enterprises.’’ Bruce gestured towards
you and you smiled gently and shook people’s hands, introducing yourself.
‘’You look awful young for an intern, dear.’’ An elder lady spoke and looked
puzzled at you. ‘’Oh-uh, thank you, I suppose. I took my college degree a few
The lady nodded her head and took a sip of her glass. Just
when you thought you were off the questioning-hook, the man next to hear caught
your attention. ‘’How old did you say you were again, miss?’’ Everybody’s eyes
were on you.
You noticed Bruce starting to look a little nervous. ‘’Oh, I didn’t sir.
I’m 21.’’ You lied and smiled at him. ‘’Oh well then, pour the lady a glass of
champagne!’’ he exclaimed and the butler came rushing towards you.
You had to
hide the smile that was forming on your face, when you saw Bruce’s eye
Taking the glass of champagne, you thanked the butler and excused
yourself. Bruce followed you and leaned into your ear. ‘’ You couldn’t have
said twenty, could you?’’ he said with a stern voice. ‘’Ah, come on, Brucey, One glass.’’ Bruce looked at you and
sighed heavily. ‘’Fine, one tiny glass.’’ You giggled and walked away from him.
Everything was so strange. When people thought you were a grown up, they
treated you completely differently. The party seemed to be going smoothly,
everyone was chattering, laughing and toasting.
That was until I noticed a
strange look on Alfred’s face. He was looking at the elevator, which was going
up. Alfred always had everything under control and made sure the numbers were
right and he knew there were no more
people invited to the Wayne party.
Trying not to draw any attention to himself, he slowly walked towards
the moving elevator, placing his hand over the revolver in his holster. Looking
back to Bruce, you could see that he wasn’t there anymore. Something felt very,
You walked over to Alfred but kept a safe distance. When the
elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Alfred tilted his head and a confused
expression spread across his face. ‘’Richard?’’ Then his face turned into shock
as the supposed ‘’Richard’’ fell face down to floor and nine men walked into
The scene that was now unraveling, started to draw some attention and
people were gradually turning their heads. Alfred backed away but before he
could pull out his gun, a gunshot made everyone turn their heads to the middle
of the room.
Some squealed while others backed away. Through the crowd of
masked men, you could see a green haired man walk up to the middle of the room.
His hand was in the air and there was still smoke coming out out the gun in his hand.
‘’Ladies aaaand gentlemen’’ he exclaimed dramatically and spread his
arms. People were now turning to the person next to them, whispering ‘’oh my
god, it’s him, it’s the joker.’’ The Joker walked up to one of the butlers and
forcefully grabbed a glass of champagne.
‘’We are tonight’s entertainment! Now,
I have one question for you.’’ He threw the glass at the window and inhaled
sharply, looking around the room. ‘’Where is Bruce Wayne?’’ Your heart dropped.
Was the Joker one of the people who knew?
When no one replied, the joker walked up to Alfred and grabbed him
by the neck. ‘’Mister Pennyworth. Do we really have to do this the hard way?’’
he smiled at him and ran a knife over his cheek. Instinctively, Alfred looked
towards you to see if you were all right.
Unfortunately, this made the joker
also turn his head in your direction. First, he scanned the small group of people
standing in your section of the room. When his eyes locked with yours, he
‘’Oh, never mind that’’ he said, eyes still on you as he pushed Alfred
away and started walking towards you with a curious look on his face. ‘’And
who, might you be?’’ he questioned and tilted his head.
You were absolutely
terrified. You had never encountered danger in your short little life.
Attempting to answer him, your body froze and you found yourself completely
dumbfounded and unable to utter a single word.
The joker raised one eyebrow, gesturing for you to answer. From behind
him, you could hear one of his henchmen, chitchat to the other; ‘’Hah, she’s
just a little kid.’’ You gulped.
The joker growled annoyed and turned around,
shooting the goon right between his eyes, before he turned his attention back
‘I asked you a question, beautiful.’’ Finally finding your breath, you
panted heavily in fear and swallowed hard. ‘’I’m just on the guest-list.’’ Your
voice was shaky and cracked-mid sentence.
Staring at your face curiously, the
joker leaned in to your shivering face and licked his lips. ‘’You’re lying’’ he
growled. Panicking, you looked around to see everybody’s eyes on you. People
were giving you looks of pity and shook their heads.
‘’Tell me’’ he started and grabbed your chin forcefully, forcing you to
look at him. ‘’Have you every danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?’’ he
grinned. You shook your head and nervously exclaimed; ‘’N-no mister joker.’’ He
laughed and tapped his finger on your nose, as if you were a five-year-old
little girl. ‘’That’s Mister J to you, doll.’’
Then he grabbed your lower back,
pulled your body towards his, and out to the center of the room.
Mister J waved his hands suggestively towards the quartet who had two
guns aimed at them. They looked at each other with fearful eyes and began
playing. Terrified of what that freak might do if you ignored his order, you
carefully placed your arms around his neck and let him lead you around the
You could hear the beat of your heart pound in your ear and you felt
sick to your stomach. Your cheeks were burning and you had a hard time catching
Looking around you could see everyone passing your eyes in a blur
as you twisted and turned in his grip. His eyes never left your face and you
felt tempted to look into his eyes. Whenever you looked up, your heart started
hyperventilating and you had to look away after about three seconds.
‘’Tell me, angel. You seem a bit young to be on the guest list for a
Wayne party.’’ His grip around your waist tightened and you squealed. ‘’How old
are you?’’ he looked down at you with warning eyes, as if he already knew that
you were going to lie. ‘’I’m 21.’’ You hiccupped.
The joker inhaled slowly and shut his eyes, as if he was trying to
restrain himself from ripping your eyes out of your eye sockets. ‘’Do. Not-lie
to me’’ he growled lowly and grabbed your cheek roughly, leaving a little pink
mark. With tearful and fearful eyes, you gazed up at the clown maniac and swallowed.
‘’Y/A’’ you whispered so only he could hear.
His entire face lit up and his
eyes grew wide. ‘’Oh-ho-ho-ho-ha ha!’’ he laughed loudly as he turned to look
at his goons, his amused and shocked expression making them grow a bit nervous.
Apparently this wasn’t a part of the plan. ‘’And what is a widdle girl doing at
such a big party?’’ he taunted you with a baby voice. You were panting heavily,
your chest rising and falling. The joker’s eyes darted down to your chest and
he gazed down at your perky little breasts, growling under his breath.
a bit of your confidence growing back, you grabbed his hand and tore it away
from your cheek, glaring at him angrily. ‘’Ooh-ho! You’ve got a little fight in
you.’’ Then he looked you up and down. ‘’Mm. I like that.’’ Your eyes widened
in fear as he raised his hand and grinned down at you. ‘’Then you’re gonna love
me.’’ A low growl spoke as the joker flew into the punch bowl.
turned your head and saw The Batman coming to your rescue. A wave of relief
washed over you as they indulged into a fistfight in front of everybody. You
could hear sighs of relief from everywhere around the room- Batman had come to
save the day.
For a second, Bruce was down and the Joker was quick to make his way
back to you, but before he could reach you, Brucey got in front of you. ‘’Why
oh-so protective today, bats?’’ the joker laughed. He noticed a change in
Batman’s eyes. Was it fear? Stomachache? Love? Love.
The joker took a few steps back and squinted his eyes,
looking at the two. It didn’t take him long to figure out the picture.
Once Bruce understood what was happening, he placed a protective hand on
your shoulder and pushed you behind his back, so that you were out of the joker’s
sight. A terrifyingly wide grin spread across the jokers face and he almost
looked like he wanted to cry. ‘’THIS, THIS IS TOO GOOD!’’ he shouted and waved
his arms around like a maniac.
‘’Back away, clown. It’s over’’ batman said in his signature dark voice.
The joker’s grin turned into a smirking grin as he slowly shook his head and
rubbed his hands together. ‘’This is gonna be SOO GOOD! OH, just you wait and
see.’’ The joker excitedly backed off as his henchman followed behind him.
‘’What do you mean by that!?’’ Batman shouted at him and took a step
forward, making you visible to the clown again. The joker’s eyes drifted to you
and he grinned. ‘’Bye-bye batsy!’’
After all the guests had left and the police had arrived and spoken to
Bruce, we were all ready to call it a day. Bruce walked up to you once the
police officers had gone.
You were sitting on a couch with a blanket wrapped
around you. ‘’Y/N, I don’t know what that maniacal freak has in mind, but I swear
to you, I won’t let anything happen to you. These officers will be stationed in
front of every door in the mansion until this thing blows off. That includes,
two officers outside of your bedroom. I won’t take any chances with that clown.’’
You simply nodded your head. ‘’Brucey, I’m tired, I need some rest.’’ Bruce
looked at you and stroked the top of your head as he asked one of the police
officers to escort you to your room.
You were so physically and mentally exhausted that you didn’t have the
energy to remove your makeup. Slipping into your pink nightgown, you crawled
under the covers and snuggled into the pillow. There was no way you were
sleeping tonight. The events of what had happened kept replaying in your mind
over and over.
You stayed in that state for about an hour, thinking about the Joker.
The way he touched your skin and looked into your eyes. There was something
hauntingly beautiful about his deranged eyes and you couldn’t get him out of
A sound from outside your bedroom snapped you out of your train of
thought. You could hear a man gargle on his own spit and making choking sounds.
Your eyes widened and you hugged your pink pillow tighter. That’s when you
heard footsteps walking up to your bedroom door. Breathing heavily, your eyes
frozen and glued to the wall, you could hear the doorknob turn.
This can’t be happening, this can’t be
happening. It’s just a dream you kept repeating in your head. The door made
a clicking sound and creaked as it slowly opened to reveal a shadow. You felt a
rush of blood flow through your entire body in fear and excitement as you heard
an oh-too well familiar growl.
Nothing throws me for a loop quite like people referring to 15 hand horses as ‘tiny’. It’s no tiny, its rationally sized, ain’t no need for a two ended death trap that I can’t get on without a step ladder, son
Do you have any tips for someone wanting to draw diverse and stylized Pokémon like you do? I've been having issues with it and was wondering if you had any advice.
I hope this is somewhat readable. I have a much more detailed guide below. Its a lot of writing though. This is not meant to be like an official guide just some things I personally utilize. Have fun and explore different options!
DONT LIMIT YOURSELF! Seriously, pokemon is meant to be fun so draw pokemon realistically, abstractly, silly, serious, gritty, lighthearted, whatever you want to do!
If you want to make a male miltank then make a male miltank. Goodra looks feminine? SO WHAT!? Make him a boy anyways. Make female sawks and throhs, have fuuuuuun and be chill folks!
Female Corrin x Leo/Leon. You can choose what happens 😊
So this ended up being a college AU because I love AUs and you were gracious enough to give me free reign. Hope it pleases, @breathe-think-dream-official
Leo sighed, mentally counting down the hours he had left. It
was mid-term season which meant everybody looked a little more haggard and had
extra dead eyes as they shuffled across campus. Personally, as a science major,
it wasn’t that bad. The nice thing about most science classes past the courses
all the students could take for their required science credits was that
eventually over half the class dropped out and the professor then loosened
their ties. It also meant that, for most of his courses, there weren’t massive
group projects or essays he had to struggle over.
Living in a relatively cold and wet part of the country conditioned you to wearing pretty conservative looking clothes. You weren’t a prude, just cold.
It wasn’t until hunting became a part of your life that you ever had cause to travel. And of course, when you went you took with you all of your jeans and leggings. Not a single pair of shorts. You hadn’t really needed any so far, as it was fall and winter your first six months of hunting with the famous Winchesters. But now, Southern California in late May a wardrobe change was a definite necessity.
“Where are you going?” Sam asked his brother as he grabbed the keys.
“Out,” Dean replied frustratedly. You felt a little guilty but you got up and grabbed your wallet and put on your flip flops.
“And where are you going?” Sam cried in an exasperated tone.
“I’m sorry Sam, but I have to go to the thrift store across the street. I’m going to get cooked if I wear these winter clothes any longer,”
“Ugh! Fine fine, go ahead,” he turned back to the ancient book he was combing over.
“Come on Sammy, if I don’t do this I’ll get heat stroke and die. I’ll bring something home for you… What do you want?” You offered.
“Just stop by the grocery store, pick up some stuff for Dean he’s gonna have one hell of a hang over tomorrow,”
“I’m not worried about Dean just now. I asked what you want,”
He smiled at you, clearly appreciative of your kindness. “Alright, when you get the groceries tonight can you see what kind of fruit they have? Something nice a fresh. I’m sick of fast food,”
“Sure, I can do that,” you say running a hand through his long hair. You kiss his forehead and leave without another word.It’s funny, both Sam and Dean think you like the other one. Sam liked you back, but Dean just loves you like family. Neither of them have figured out who you like, so you have fun gently teasing both.
You crossed the street and went into the thrift shop going straight for the ladies section in your size.After an hour of browsing, trying on, and exchanging you had 6 new pairs of shorts, some tank tops, flip flops, and a new sun dress.
You took your bag of clothes with you to the little supermarket to buy all the stuff to make dinner and for road snacks and the fruit for Sam.
You couldn’t help but look at yourself in the reflection of the window. Your new shorts looked very good on you, you liked how your legs looked.
When you opened the door to the motel room that evening, Dean was already koncked out on one bed. Sam was sat down on the couch, rubbing his temple.
“Hi Sam,” you whispered, you didn’t want to wake Dean. Sam got up to help you with the bags, he didn’t notice your new look just yet. When he set everything down on the table, he looked at you then stopped and gaped at your transformation. You were always beautiful, but now you looked cute and summery.
“Wow (y/n), you- you look fantastic,” he got out.
You blushed, and began pulling out the ingredients you bought for dinner. “Thank you,”
“Feel better?” He asked regaining himself.
“Yeah, it’s freeing. I like it,” you replied, setting a pan on the stove.
“Well, ya look great,” he said as you began chopping onions.
“Dear god, just kiss her already,” came a surely voice.
“Dean?” You asked, looking behind you. Dean had propped himself up on his elbows so he could see what was going on.
“For the love of God, Sam. Kiss her,” he garbled on his words.
“Oh come on. You two are such infants. You love each other. Mush your lips together and admit it already,” Dean flopped back onto the pillow.
You laughed out loud at his mumbling. And then turned to Sam,
“we don’t have to if you don-mrf”
Sam pressed you against the counter firmly but in a gentle manner. You melted into the kiss this is what you had wanted.
You pulled away, and held the back of his neck with one hand. “If this is what I get for wearing shorts, I should have made the switch a long time ago,”
Sam laughed and kissed you again.
Dean rolled over and shouted “Finally!” Into his pillow.
Description: Who doesn’t like sexy drummer Ashton?
“Ash? Babe, I’m home!” you called out, toeing your shoes off and hanging your coat up on one of the hooks next to the door. When you received no response, you started to make your way down the hall towards the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend.
He had just gotten home from tour a week ago, and you’d since gotten used to him greeting you with a warm smile and a big hug as soon as you walked through the door.
You walked into your shared bedroom, frowning when your shaggy haired boyfriend was nowhere in sight.
“Ashton? You here?” you asked. Suddenly, a startlingly loud tapping noise begins to sound through your apartment, catching you off guard and causing you to jump nearly five feet in the air. You sigh, your hand clutching the skin over your heart as you will yourself to calm down. You shake your head, internally scolding yourself for not realizing what that sound was before.
You make your way down the hall and turn left, entering Ashton’s practice room. You push open the door slightly and poke your head in, swallowing hard as you take in the sight before you. Ashton is sat on his drum stool, his naked torso glistening with sweat as he bangs away on his electronic drums. He hasn’t noticed your presence yet, courtesy of the large pair of headphones covering his ears and the unknowing zone he always fell into whenever he began drumming. You watch as his large biceps flex with every tap and bang of his drums. The way he skillfully plays the beat to some AC/DC song you can’t quite place. The sound you hear is just a dull, unchanging tapping noise with the occasional crash of a cymbal, but through his headphones he can hear what it would sound like if he were to play on a real drumset. Unfortunately, because you lived in an apartment building with many grumpy residents, he couldn’t use a real kit like he’d wanted to.
You bite your lip at the focused look on his face. Seeing him drum was always a huge turn on for you, but how could it not be? He was so sexy this way, powerfully playing his drums as sweat runs down his toned chest.
It was 3 in the morning when you heard your front door open. You saw your boyfriend Yoongi lazily walking over to your shared bed. Earlier that night he had a performance with the other BTS members. When he got close enough he just fell onto the bed.
“Yoongiiiii you need to at least change your clothes. You still have your suit on.” You whined. You knew that if he didn’t take it off within the next couple of minutes it’s going to be on all night. You never understood how, but when Yoongi lays down he can pass out within 5 minutes.
“But I don’t want to.” You heard his muffled voice through the pillow. “Just take it off so we can cuddle.” You said.
Just hearing those words caused him get up and walk to your closet to take off the suit he was wearing. After a couple minutes he returned wearing a T-shirt and a shorts. You really envied how amazing his legs are. How can your boyfriend have better legs than you.
He crawled into the bed and pulled you close to him. “I love you.” He said. You couldn’t help but laugh. Yoongi normally doesn’t show his affection unless he’s really tired. You turned over to where you were face to face with him. “I love you too.” You kissed his forehead and his nose.
“Noooo I love you more.” He began to plant kisses all over you face. You and Yoongi ended up having one of those “I love you more” fights for a couple minutes until you eventually fell asleep.
He looked at your sleeping face. He always wondered how he became so lucky to get a girlfriend like you. You completely understand him. Some of his past girlfriend’s would get upset over him having to be away for long periods of times but you were different. He really loved that about you. You both had a real connection. He stared at you sleeping face after a good minute or 2 before he himself fell asleep.
You woke up the next morning tightly wrapped his Yoongi arms. You tried to get up to make something to eat for the both of you but when you started to move Yoongi just pulled you down. “I was going to make food.” You said. “No stay like this for a little longer. I’m still tired. How do you expect me to sleep when my pillow decides to leave me.” He held you tightly.
“You’re lucky I love you as much as I do.” You kissed him again on the nose. This time he opened his eyes and stared at you for a minute before he finally said something “I’d know I really am lucky to have someone as beautiful as you to wake up next to every morning.” He gave you a gently kiss on your lips. “Now hush and let’s sleep a bit longer.”
Ashton: “Ashton c’mon, quick I have something I wanna show you” you yell from Ashton and Calum’s shared room in the 5SOS house. You’re currently standing in the mirror with your shirt pulled up some, excited to show your best friend your latest body modification. “(Y/N) what is it we’re in the middle of writing” Ashton whines his voice getting closer. “This better be- whoa,” he stops mid-sentence to see your bare stomach. He closes the door and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. “Ashton look I finally got that belly button piercing.” He then looks at if from your reflection in the mirror. “This is…hot. When’d you get it?” He moves to lightly brush his fingers over it making you shiver against him. “About two weeks ago. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t swollen before i showed you.” Ashton starts sponging kisses against your neck, causing you to let out a content sigh and lean into him. “Well I love it,” he mutters in between the kisses. You feel his hands slide up your body pushing your shirt along with it, as the kisses on your neck begin to get rougher and you let out a few whimpers. Just as Ashton starts sucking on your neck, sure to leave a mark the door bursts open to reveal Calum and a disgusted expression. “Can you two not start going at it while the rest of us are in the house, it would be much appreciated.” You quickly turn around to bury your face in Ashton’s chest embarrassed. He rubs your back as he snips back at Calum. “We weren’t doing anything we’re just friends okay.” You can hear Calum mutter something about ‘Just friends his ass’ and reminding the two of you that him and the other boys are still in the house.
Calum: “Cal” you gasp as Calum pulls you down to sit on his lap in the recliner. “I’m just making sure you have a place to sit.,” he says massaging your shoulders with a cute smile. You maneuver yourself so that you’re half sitting in his lap, half sitting on the large recliner. “There are plenty of other places for me to sit,” you tell him motioning to the couch as well as the floor which is covered with blankets and pillows and beanbag chairs. He just shrugs and gets up and moves onto a beanbag. “Calum” you whine. “C’mon come cuddle with me so I won’t get cold (Y/N).” Calum pouts and you sit down next to him and the chair. “No no no, right here,” he tells you motioning to his lap and you agree placing yourself on his lap. He wraps his hands around your torso and you couldn’t help but smile. “You know you’re really really pretty right,” you hear him say as he presses a light kiss to your shoulder, before nuzzling his face in your neck. “You’re also really cuddly” he mutters squeezing you lightly. “This is sickeningly cute, I’m not sure if I wanna gag or aw.” You look around to find two of your friends and Michael standing in the doorway. “Piss off,” Calum mumbles not moving his face from your neck. “Whatever, we’re just letting you know the snacks are about set and movie night is ago t-minus five minutes. At least wait until the lights are off,” your friend winks at you as the three get settled, everyone else soon following.
Luke: You excitedly knock on the door to Luke’s house ready to tell him what you finally managed to snag. “Just a minute - shit” you hear stumbling from the other side before he opens the door and you throw your arms around him immediately, him catching you almost falling over. “Luke Luke Luke, guess what guess what,” you tell him speaking fast. “Whoa, its good to see you too,” he chuckles hugging you back. Once you pull away he moves over to allow you to walk in and close the door. “So whats got you in such a good mood?” he inquires throwing an arm around your shoulder.You explain to him that you managed to snag a pair of tickets to a sold out music festival you really wanted to go to. After you’re done you throw your arms around him again, and this time he picks you up spinning you around. “I’m so happy for you,” he says putting you down and placing a kiss on your forehead. When you’ve calmed down you grab both of Luke’s hands in yours, swinging them in between you. “So now, I just need someone to come with me…” you trail off looking him in the eyes. “Fine fine, but only because its you.” Luke tells you smiling. At that you hug him again, the hug lasting longer this time, with him burying his face in your hair, and you cuddling into his chest. Later that day you log on to twitter to see Ashton’s posted several pictures of you and Luke captioning them “They say they’re just friends :)”
Michael: You’re currently sat on the small loveseat with Michael, who’s playing some kind of game while you’re on your phone. You can feel him brush against your legs, which are placed across his lap every few minutes. He takes a quick look at you before pausing the game and running his fingers lightly along the length of your leg. “I really love it when you wear shorts,” you hear him mutter, causing you to place your phone down and look at him. “That tickles,” you laugh lightly grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers with his. He places his other hand on your knee before speaking, “It’s really not my fault you have such amazing legs.” “Flattery will get you nowhere Clifford, but it’s still nice to hear,” you tease playing with his fingers. Michael chuckles as he leans down to press a light kiss just above your knee, lingering his lips there until someone interrupts. “So are you two finally together now or…,” Luke trails off smirking. You both look up and you quickly move your legs off Michael and he sits up straight. “Luke! No” “Dude shut the fuck up,” you and Michael say at the same time. “W-we’re just friends,” you stutter out after the awkward silence. “Yeah, okay just friends definitely do not act like that, but I’ll entertain you two my believing that until you’re official.” With that Luke smirks and walks off, but not before eyeing you two down again.
Character: Jinhwan - iKon Genre: Fluff Request: Not a request but something to feed my Jinhwan feels and maybe yours! Authors Note: Thanks everyone for what is now 200+ followers! Here is something to feed our Oldest member of iKON Kim Jinhwan! My iKON Bae<3 - Admin A
Warning: THIS IS SMUT SO IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE THEN DON’T READ IT….
Let’s face it, you wouldn’t call yourself overweight, but you could shed a few pounds. Your summer fitness goal was to tone your body. So, you decided to pick up a few shifts at work so you could afford a personal trainer. You didn’t want to work out alone since you had no idea what you were doing, and you weren’t quite comfortable with doing full class exercise. A personal trainer was your best option, one on one, and he would know what he was doing.
Before you actually started your workouts, Ashton, your trainer called you and asked you to come by to his office so you could work out some details. Mostly just stuff about your goals, eating, living a healthy lifestyle. You weren’t too thrilled about going but you knew it was all part of the process, so you grabbed your purse and followed the directions to his house.
When you knocked on the door you didn’t expect Ashton to look like he did. Your first impression was blown away. He was a tall, tanned muscular build, he was wearing a muscle shirt which showed off his clearly defined biceps. His jawline was dominate which caught your attention first, but then you met his gaze. He was wearing his messy; clearly not done hair with a bandana wrapped around his forehead.
“You must be y/n? Hi, I’m Ashton” he opened the door and then held out his hand. You smiled and gladly shook it, the touch sent chills down your spine. He was wearing sweatpants and was obviously not trying to impress.