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Twizzlers (LokixReader One-shot)You made your way down the hall and left the living room, not looking back at the Avengers who were still bickering. Even when you were at the end of the hall you could still hear them arguing. You sighed shaking your head. Looks like the Avengers would never change. Taking a deep breath, you approached the library door. The God of Mischief was most likely behind that door. About two years had passed since the attack of New York. Loki had come back to Midgard to earn everyone's trust again. It was taking some time but slowly, very slowly, he was earning everyone's trust again. To say that you didn't have a crush on the God would be a lie. You knew he was dangerous and could break your heart like a twig and not care less about it. Loki was trickster; one who was always switching sides from good to evil. Sadly your heart couldn't help but love him.Twizzlers (LokixReader One-shot) by ~PhoenixAngel7
Knocking on the door two times, you made your way inside even though he didn't respond to you. You peeked inside to see all sort
Joker x Reader - Bubble BathYou close the front door of the apartment with a huff, thankful to be inside away from the strong wind and heavy rain that had beaten you on your way back from the store. You make your way to the kitchen, trying carefully to not drip water all over the floor and dropped the sodden grocery bags onto the counter and swiftly emptied the contents and tossed the ruined bags into the bin.Joker x Reader - Bubble Bath by ~Tashii-loves-music
You give the removed contents of the bag a once over, thankful that all the items had come in packaging. You put them all on the draining board to dry off except for the milk which you wipe dry with a tea towel and place in the fridge.
You shiver, the coldness reminding you that you were still clad in your wet clothes, so you rush into the bathroom and run yourself a bath, pouring a generous amount of apple scented bubble bath underneath the running tap. You start to pull off your wet clothes piece by piece, struggling every now and again as the wet fabric clung stubbornly to your skin.
The room now felt wa