look at her looking at him

A simple pastry chef

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

Plot: The reader is Tony’s pastry chef and Bucky has a crush on her. After a party tony tells the reader to join them because they were playing truth or dare. When Natasha ask her a question she have been dying to ask the team shocked with her answer.

Originally posted by smuttykingdom

Originally posted by mashable

Bucky Barnes is a very quiet and serious man. Ever since Bucky came out of cryo and joined the team he quickly realized he wasn’t the type of that enjoyed parties, in fact he hated them. He mostly had a problem with the people who attended Tony’s parties. The people he invited were always stuck up people who gave him dirty looks because they knew that he was the winter soldier. He would hear them make rude comments about him which prompted him to give them dirty looks before he’d walk away.

Bucky desperately wanted to leave the party he was currently attending and was about to ask Steve if he could go back up to his room. He was two seconds away from asking until he noticed you in the crowd. You were circulating the party with the pastries you baked and you offered them with a genuine smile on your face.

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  • [after Lydia Bennet eloped with George Wickham]
  • Mr. Bennet: [to Kitty Bennet] I had a friend who used to smoke. Know what he's doing now? He's dead. You think smoking looks cool, let's go dig him up and see how cool he looks now.
  • [later]
  • Mr. Bennet: You know, there was a girl in our school... And she had premarital sex. Know what she did on her graduation day? Died! Of a heroin overdose!
  • Catherine "Kitty" Bennet: Papa? Are any of your friends alive?
  • Mr. Bennet: The smart ones.
  • [even later]
  • Mr. Bennet: I guess you'd prefer we listen to that punk rock music I've been reading about. You know those Sex Pistols? They spit on their audience! Yep, that's what I wanna do. Spend my hard earned money to be spit on. Now that's entertainment... Elvis didn't expectorate on his fans.
  • Catherine "Kitty" Bennet: No. But he died on the toilet.
  • Mr. Bennet: Well, that's paradise compared to where the Sex Pistols are gonna end up.

I did something for InuKag week! :D Yay! This is for Day 4 family :3 enjoy!

Inuyasha looked at the child in Kagome’s arms with surprise and then curiosity. He even crept forward and leaned over the back of the couch to sniff at the infant, much the way she might have expected a dog to behave.

“Where’d you get the kid?” he asked, giving the pair of them a curious look.

Kagome grinned up at him. “My mom stole her from my cousin until she gets over her flu,” she replied, turning from his startled expression to look down at the baby. 

“Your poor mommy wasn’t feewing very good was she?” Kagome asked the infant in a babying voice. The child cooed back, reaching for a lock of her hair. “I don’t feel veewy good when I’m sick either.”

“The mother has a disease?” Inuyasha asked in a somewhat alarmed voice.
Kagome looked up at Inuyasha a little more seriously and nodded. “Yeah. The flu. But It’s not that big a deal in my time. To most people, it just means a few days of throwing up and general misery. Then you’re over it." 

He looked from Kagome to the baby in her arms uncertainly. "Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’ve had the flu plenty of times. Trust me, so long as she stays hydrated and gets plenty of rest and medicine she’ll be better in no time." 

She looked back down at the child. "But if little Suki-chan here had caught it she might not have handled it so well, so my mother volunteered to take care of her until it’s safe to go back.”

Inuyasha looked at the baby almost sympathetically and relaxed a bit. "I get it.”
“Why don’t you come sit with us?” Kagome offered, reaching over with one hand and patting the cushion on the couch beside her. “Mom went out to pick up dinner so when she gets back we can all eat.”

He hesitantly nodded and sat beside her, once more looking down at the baby intently. His ears twitched when she made some small noise or movement.
The tiny girl seemed to catch sight of him and her gray eyes fixed themselves on a lock of his long white hair and reached toward him with a pleased gurgle.

“Aww, look at that, she likes you,” Kagome said, flashing the half-demon a grin.
Finally, Inuyasha looked away. “Keh.”
“Have you ever held a baby before?” she asked good-naturedly.
“No,” he replied neutrally.
“Do you want to try?” she asked, smiling wider.
“Er… Not really.”
Kagome’s smile melted a little but she simply shrugged. “That’s fine. a lot of men aren’t very interested in babies. Souta practically bolted away when Mama asked him." 

"It’s not that I’m not interested,” Inuyasha admitted with a look of embarrassment. “I just don’t wanna hurt her.” He looked back at the child with an expression full of worry. “She’s so small.”
Kagome smiled and nudged him with her shoulder playfully. He blinked and looked up at her.
“Then how about this, if you’re worried about holding her you could just let her touch your hand? And then if you feel like it, you can work your way up from there.”

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Unexpected Stranger

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

“Are you sure this is the kind of route you wanna take? I mean after all, you have your pick at any girl in Villenueve.” Lefou asked as he watched Gaston wallow in ale at the tavern after another of his infamous failed attempts to woo Belle into marrying him.

Gaston lolled his head to the other side of the armchair to give him a half-hearted scowl as he sighed heavily. “They’re not the same, Lefou. Belle is the only one who intrigues me, everyone else pales in comparison to her.” He lamented.

“There must be someone else worthy enough for you.” Lefou exclaimed as he made a grand gesture of looking across the crowded floor to examine the ladies standing around and laughing with one another.

“How about her?”


“Hmm, her?”

Gaston shook his head. “Forget it, Lefou. Belle is the only one for me.” 

Lefou looked on at his friend in discontent, not knowing how to make him feel better, not even an incredibly catchy song that ends in a dance.

Deciding to let him have his moment, Lefou sat back and didn’t say anything else on the matter.

The bar was filled with it’s usual ambience, small creaks of bar stools being bushed about and an endless murmur of conversations that all swirled together and created an overall hum to the place. One could only describe it as peaceful, until the front doors were unlatched and the distant howl of the wind outside came whirling in and distributed that peace.

Naturally, all heads turned to discover who was causing the disruption, they all must have recognized the person because in an instant everyone back to their own affairs.

“Who is it Lefou?” Gaston asked, his hand now lazily covering his eyes.

Lefou stood up on the ledge of the fireplace and looked over the heads of people, his eyes found the girl and his eyes went wide before he sat down again. “No one.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Lefou. Now tell me before I grow impatient.”

Lefou looked around before leaning his head closer to Gaston’s ear. “The old musicians daughter, you know, the one who used to play the violin for the Opera in Paris?”

“I never knew he had any children.” Gaston said, his intrigue piqued, leaning his head up to find the girl.

Lefou’s face contorted into one of worry. “Y-You really needn’t bother, she’s sort of…”

“I’m fairly certain the word you are looking for is blind,“Came a voice from the other end of the fireplace. "My eyesight maybe gone but that doesn’t mean I don’t hear every word you’re saying, Lefou.”

Gaston’s eyes followed the voice and he came face to face with the girl, his head immediately came foward. You were a pretty thing, he wouldn’t have been able to even tell you had no eyesight had it not been for the unfocused gaze of your eyes and the fact that your hand had a tight grip on a leather leash of the dog next to you.

Gaston cleared his throat. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of being introduced to you.”

Gaston watched your head tilt slightly to the side as an unreadable expression flickered on your face. “Oh, that’s new, I’ve never heard your voice before.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

A gentle smiled graced your face, and Gaston found himself eagerly awaiting your next response.

“I never forget a voice, a small perk that sort of makes up for the lack in sight.”

A smile of his own worked it’s way onto his face and he nodded. “I believe you. My name’s Gaston.”

“Well I’ve certainly heard of you,” You mused as your hand readjusted itself around the leash. “Regardless, it’s nice to make your acquaintance. My name’s (Y/n).”

“Lovely name, it suits you.” Gaston said as he took in more of your appearance. Your clothes were simple but in very fine condition, the colors of the fabric were more muted and toned down in comparison to those around you. But to him it made you stand out all the more.“

A tall man in a blue overcoat walked up to you and gently tapped your shoulder before placing a small brown bag into your hand before disappearing with a farewell.

"You must excuse me, I am only running an errand for my father. But it was very nice to meet you, Gaston.”

Gaston stood from his armchair and slowly took your hand in his own and placing a short kiss to the back of it. “It was very nice to meet you as well, Miss (Y/n).”

He saw the smile rise on your race before you nodded and tugged on the leath, letting the dog lead you out of the tavern with ease.

Gaston watched you until the doors close behind you, blocking your view from him, before he returned to his chair.

Lefou watched him get lost in his own thoughts again, but it was different. Gaston’s expression was soft and there was a certain glimmer to his eyeew that Lefou couldn’t place.

“Perhaps it’s time we head home?” Lefou said as he stood from his own spot, only to notice Gaston still stuck in his dreamlike state.



“Shall we head home?”

Gaston’s eyes focused again and he looked up at Lefou before shaking his head and moving to his feet. “Let’s, but on the way tell me more about this (Y/n) girl.”

Lefou helped him with his coat and hat before eyeing him curiously. “Any particular reason why?”

Gaston smiled off into the distance as they walked outside. “Because I would like to know.”

mafer-miraculous-rlan-avatar  asked:

sentence prompt: "No, not even in a million years" LadyNoir, please

“No, not even in a million years.” Chat swallowed hard mentally kicking himself for what he was doing. Here Ladybug, the girl of his dreams, was asking for him to kiss her and he was saying no. What the hell was wrong with him?! Ladybug pouted her bottom lip as she avoided his gaze looking utterly heartbroken. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with him!?

“I guess I shouldn’t have assumed you would be okay with it,” Ladybug sighed. Chat ran a nervous hand through his hair. What was he doing?

“No Ladybug. I just- you caught me off guard is all. If you really need help I can-it’s really not a big deal,” Chat offered, voice tight. Ladybug looked back up at him hesitantly.

“Are you sure?” Ladybug asked cautiously. “I don’t want to cross any boundaries with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a one time thing right?” Chat asked, every cell in his body begging for her to say it wasn’t just for this one time.

“Just this once,” She assured him. “I don’t want this to mean anything.” And with those words Chat could feel his chest tighten. Not trusting himself to speak he simply nodded. Slowly Ladybug reached for him wrapping her arms around his neck. Chat swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. What had he done? He was damned if he did and he was damned if he didn’t. Ladybug nervously chewed on her lip as she stood on her tip toes eyes falling on his mouth. Chat took a shaky breath before leaning in and placing his lips on hers.

Ladybug’s kiss was everything he imagined it to be and more. It was soft and sweet, and surprisingly tentative. She smelled like vanilla, and flowers. And every time she moved her lips against his his pulse sped up. This is what he had wanted for so long so why did it suddenly feel so wrong? Her fingers slid up into his hair. A soft groan crawled up his throat muffled by her kiss. More confident now Ladybug pressed herself against him kissing him more fervently now. Her fingers softly played with his messy hair, almost lovings as they combed their way through.

That’s when Chat lost it. He couldn’t do this! He couldn’t stand here and kiss the girl he loved when he knew it meant absolutely nothing to her. Chat reeled back. He could feel his heart in his throat. He panted as he looked at her with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry. I-I can’t do this,” He choked out.

“Chat I-” Before she could get the words out Chat was already running away and he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to stop.

Woo! Done with finals, but not taking messages right now - just finishing these up.


I felt him approach before he spoke, keeping his voice quiet and soft. ‘I have been looking for you at the club. Why are you still here?’ 

‘Remembering,’ I mumbled, turning to look at him. He stopped next to me, gaze fixed on the vast gardens, the only thing left of the estate that lay in shambles behind us. ‘Is it bad that I did not feel anything? When she died? When I saw Sorcha… my heart broke and I cried for days, but for her I couldn’t shed a single tear. Is that bad? Am I evil?’ 

He sighed. ‘I never hated anyone in my life. It’s not the way of our people. But with your mother I have come very close.’ 

‘She was trying to protect her bloodline, I guess.’ 

‘And she was destroying everything that stood in her way in the process,’ he added. 

‘Is that not the way of every witch?’ 

‘Not your way. If it were, I would not be standing here.’ He turned, touching my cheek with cold fingertips. ‘It’s been a lifetime of darkness for us, Heda Wardwell, but now the witch is gone. For the first time in your life you get to really choose. And something tells me you will make the right choice.’ 

I grinned. ‘You’re only saying that because the right choice includes you.’ 

‘Not necessarily. But I would be honoured.’ I leaned against his side and we both looked back at the stony remains of the estate. ‘So?’ he asked after a moment, ‘What will it be?’ 

I sighed. The stones were still. There was a silence about them, lifeless and cold. The estate was truly gone. And we were standing in its ashes young and free. ‘We rebuild and we survive. Together.’ 

And for the moment, the dogs in the distance stopped barking. 

The End

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FeanorianWeek Day #4

·         Day 4- Caranthir - > Childhood, Betrayal, Lordship, Dwarves & Humans, Marriage, Appearance

 “You are a great champion of Men, are you not?” Maedhros does not even look up at him as he speaks, instead focusing on the papers strewn across his vast oak desk. Caranthir would suspect a deliberate slight if he did not know how utterly real – and really intolerable – his eldest brother’s concentration is.

Not to mention that if Maedhros glances up too quickly, his eyes look wrong in the light. And Caranthir has gone for his sword, instinctively, more than once.

 Maedhros takes care not to look at him much anymore.

But: “I am not,” Caranthir settles for saying. “I know nothing of Men, save Haleth and her kin.” 

If Curufin were here, he would make some snide remark about how well Caranthir must know Haleth. If Celegorm were here, he would laugh uproariously, jostling Caranthir in obvious collusion with his favored younger brother. If Maglor were here, he would toss up his hands and exclaim that he is done with the lot of them. If the Ambarussa were – well.

 But Caranthir’s brothers are not here, instead scattered to the corners of Beleriand on their own futile errands. And that is only if not dead, and doomed, and gone beyond reach…

“But you know them,” Maedhros says absently. “You have had dealings with them recently.” 

“Forty years ago!” Caranthir exclaims.

“As Arien goes, yes?” Maedhros waves a dismissive hand. “So, recently. And since when have you followed such a count of years, brother?”

Since we have lost any sense of how else time might be reckoned, Caranthir wants to say. Since the Trees that I barely remember and you cannot recall much better withered and died, and we are left at the mercy of Maiar and meteorology.

Since I realized I had no other option.  

Aloud, though, he only scoffs. “Since I first learned how, that is when, and by that accounting, forty years is a long time.”

“If so you claim,” Maedhros says, forgetting his company enough for long enough to look up. He must mean to show his skepticism but all Caranthir can see is the orc

 blood-red slit-eye monster-kind kin-killer

until, realizing his mistake – or the white-knuckled grip that Caranthir is keeping to the hilt at his side – Maedhros ducks his head back to his papers with a grunt.

 “But I will not believe, not for a heartbeat, that one of the Noldor can fall so far from our roots that he would actually hold to time kept by the Sun, of all things.”

 It matters not whether you believe it, and Caranthir knows this with all the surety of his bones. For we are all none of us the Noldor – the Eldar – the creatures – we once thought we were.  

 Aloud, though, he only scoffs, and idly wonders if this is the way that all their dealings must go from this day forward.

“Believe what you must to keep yourself functioning. And tell me more about this Ulfang you wish me to grant land in Lothlann.”

Alexander Hamilton

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet Alexander at the Winter’s Ball when Angelica introduces him to Eliza and yourself.

Words: 649

Warnings: Hamiltime


First Person POV

A ball is what brought everyone together on this night. Held at my fathers house in the ballroom, I stood besides my sister Angelica, and Eliza. Eliza waved her fan softly at her face while looking at the soldiers who joined us that night, many vying for our attention.

But none caught my eye except one but seeing the look my sister Eliza bore for him I decided to leave that one alone but that didn’t seem to stop my eldest sister Angelica to waltz her way across the room to him.

Eliza went red in the face.

“Sister.” I laid a soft hand on her arm.

“Y/N.” She says.

“Are you all right?” She smiled at me and nodded. Looking up, Angelica was walking back over with the soldier my sister was gazing at. Eliza grinned.

“Elizabeth Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Eliza says offering him her hand. He light kissed her knuckles.


“My sister.” Angelica stated her eyes wandering to mine. “And my other sister Y/N.” I smiled at him. I felt butterflies when he looked at me.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He says to me. “Alexander Hamilton.” He introduced himself.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine.” I tell him with a coy smile. Alexander grinned.

“Well we’ll leave you to it.” Angelica says, grabbing my hand she pulled me away so they could be alone.

“Angelica where are we going? Shouldn’t you be with your husband?” I asked her.

“He is meddling himself by speaking of politics and the war.” She tells me. “And we’re going to speak to those soldier boys who’ve been trying to grab you attention all night.” I roll my eyes but laughed.


I set now the champagne glass on the table. I sat alone at a table, beyond bored. No man captured my fancy tonight. Except for maybe one man but he is with Eliza the last I seen.

"Ms. Schuyler?”

Speak of the devil. I smiled politely at him. “Hello Mr. Hamilton.” He smiled.

“May I ask you to a dance.” He held his hand out, his eyes shining bright. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I’m not throwing away my shot at dancing with this man.

“I would be honored.” I took his hand, he pulled me up before leading me to the other dancing couples. One hand on my waist the other intertwining with mine, I place my other hand on his shoulder.

“You strike me for as a woman who’s never been satisfied.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself.”

“You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.”

“Is that right?” He nodded. “My sister will fit your needs if you decide to write her.” I told him. He looked confused as to what I said.

“You’re sister is beautiful but I much prefer a woman who fits my intellect and wits.” He spun me around before pulling me close. Close enough for me to feel his breath fan against my face.

“Is that why you came to me?” I ask him.

“You’re beautiful Y/N.” He twirled me again. “If you’d allow me, I would like to write you.” My heart was beating rapidly.

“I would like that.” A small smile. He grinned at me as the music came to an end. He bend down and lightly kissed my knuckles.

“You will hear from me soon Ms. Schuyler.”


Alexander Hamilton.

I never realized how much this man would affect my life. He was like a hurricane.

Life was chaos but he was the eye of the hurricane when everything was calm. He was my anchor to life. I love this man.

It’s been over 20 years since we eloped. It’s been 50 years since I’ve last seen him.

Alexander Hamilton.

No one will forget him because no matter what I will be there to tell his story.

anonymous asked:

Beach date with NaLu? :)

Of course, anon!

“Natsu, come swim in the water with me!” Lucy grinned as she waved, and Natsu looked out from under his sunglasses at his best friend. 

He wouldn’t admit it, but she looked stunning in that bikini of hers. It was pure white with a single hibiscus printed on one of the triangles that held her chest in. Not that he was looking at her chest at all…

With a leap and a bound, he caught her in his arms despite her squirming and squealing. A slight toss was all it took to throw her into the water. With a grin, he dusted off his palms and started back toward his towel to suntan once again. 

His plan was thwarted when Lucy grabbed ahold of his swim shorts and dragged him into the water with her. She grinned evilly as she began to splash him and get his hair wet. 

“Uh, Luce,” Natsu began, his face turning red, but Lucy continued giggling and pushing the water toward him with her hands. He interrupted her once more, but she didn’t listen. Finally, he told her what he had meant to since she grasped ahold of his swim shorts a little too roughly. 

“My swim shorts came off.” 

Lucy ran out of the water like it was contaminated.  

Hehe, there you go! I hope you enjoyed! <3

Requests are open! I hope to do at least one request a day so I can warm up for anything that I am writing that day :)

nour386  asked:

Stanley D1 and Molly D2?

“Daddy look I found a clamshell!” Molly said excitedly as she shoved a purple clam shell into her father’s face. 

 They were staying in a hotel near a beach while he was working in the dock in the area, so he’d decided to take his little girl to the beach on one of his few days off. Molly had spent most of the time running around looking for driftwood and shells, and he was happy to sit on a towel and occasionally examine whatever the toddler brought to him. “Yep, that’s real nice pumpkin.”

“Do you think any clams here will have pearls in ‘em?” She was smiling up at Stanley, excited about the chance of finding an exciting treasure. She had a few freckles across her face that had been brought out by the sun, and with her hair down she looked remarkably like her mother. He grinned down at her, loving her enthusiasm.

“Maybe, why don’t you go treasure hunt and see if you can find a big one?”

“Okay daddy!” 

I decided those two outfits could conceivably both be used as swimsuits, so I made it little Molly and Stan having a day at the beach before they got to Gravity Falls.

anonymous asked:

Makoto, how do you feel about seeing Byakuya again?

*looks at some guards get off from the helicopter*….B-Byakuya…?

*slowly gets off, limping, his hair ruffled, his face pale and bruised, his jacket covered in blood, even more around his shoulder* ….

Byakuya !! *rushes to him while waving at a doctor* We need help here! *looks at Byakuya* h-how are you feeling?

….I wasn’t able to make her heart beat again. *glares at the doctor who just arrived* I don’t need you, go away. Someone is dead, why don’t you go and try to resurrect her?!

Stop that ! *looks at the doctor* Look at his injuries and don’t listen to him.

*takes Byakuya’s hand* It wasn’t your fault. Whatever happens, don’t blame yourself. We all know you did your best…

Well it wasn’t enough. *starts walking away and enters the building*

Byakuya ! You need to let the doctors help you ! *follows him*

I’m telling you I don’t need help ! Those injuries are nothing ! Except for my shoulder this blood isn’t mine ! It’s the blood of my men who died and of Asahina ! The ones who needed help are already gone !

….I know. But you still need to let them examine you. Your shoulder…You got shot, right? Your men died because they wanted to protect you, not taking care of yourself now isn’t going to honor their memories. P-Please…I’m just asking for you to let them take a look at your wound…

….Fine. Go and call one of them…I don’t have the strength to walk back. *slowly sits down on the ground*

O-Okay ! *runs to the doctors*

Mere Speculation

Part Five

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: Jughead digs deeper into the new girl’s past to understand her connection to Jason Blossom

Warnings: Mentions of death, infrequent swearing

Jughead spent the night researching all the boarding schools in the state. He read newsletters, combed through websites, looking for any trace of (Y/N). He had checked twenty-seven different schools before he found the one. He had got frustrated and simply Googled her name. The search led him to the website of an art gallery. (Y/N)’s work had been displayed there for a month after she won a state-wide competition. The art itself was amazing. She had managed to capture the movement of everyday scenes in her paintings. Jughead felt that just by looking at a painting of a busy city street, he could hear the noise of traffic and smell the pollution from the cars.

The article told him the name of her old school, which he found was a little over an hour’s journey by bus.

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anonymous asked:

Any fics that lily likes James (James still loves her) and tries to spend time with him and the marauders

Take a look at our Marauders tag, particularly this post and this one.  These fics have a lot of the Jily + Marauders time spending you’re looking for (some of them Lily grows into liking James as she spends time):

Title: Turning Tables
Author: scared of clouds
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Drama
Chapters: 37
Word Count: 205,589
Summary: Lily Evans and James Potter has always been a complicated story; its just never been quite this complicated before. But everything happens in its own time, and the eventual outcome of things was always more obvious to anyone who wasn’t Lily Evans or James Potter. They might not know each other well, but they’re about to know each other a lot better.

Title: Hogsmeade
Author: lizardcookie
Rating: G
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 3,308
Summary: It’s the last Hogsmeade weekend of Sixth Year, and Lily Evans is totally fine with how things worked out. She’s definitely okay with the fact that her date never showed up (which is definitely unrelated to the amount of drinks she’s downed), and she is totally, totally fine with the fact that James Potter must be having a better time than her (which is also unrelated to the amount of drinks she’s downed).

Title: Thunder and Lightning
Author: ProngsPotter1981
Rating: M
Genre(s): Romance, Hurt, Comfort, Smut
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 5,043
Summary: Lily’s terrified of storms and when Marlene and Alice are away for the Easter holidays and not there to help her deal with it, Lily has little choice but to seek comfort from other sources…

Title: Letters
Author: GhostOfBambi
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 7
Word Count: 23,975
Summary: Abandoned by her best friend and suffering the torment of her hideous older sister - and her sister’s hideous boyfriend, Lily Evans thought she was in for a boring summer. James Potter had other ideas.

Title: Hand in Hand
Author: Procrastinator-starting2moro  
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 20
Word Count: 112,853
Summary: Enemies James Potter and Lily Evans’ hands are stuck together by James’ fellow Marauders…mainly Sirius’s idea. Read the story of how they discover love is the heart of acceptance and hate is the heart of denial. Includes nifflers and Marauder fun.

Title: Gadarene
Friendship, Humour, Fluff
Word Count:
Lily and the Marauders decide its time for a prank.  Alas, things never go as planned.

Title: Meeting the Marauders
Author: PoppyPotter
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance
Chapters: 10
Word Count: 49,864
Summary: Or how Mr Evans was forced to spend Christmas with four raving lunatics, had his life turned upside down and was forced to make his precious daughter go on a date.

Title: One of Them
Author: ScarlettSunshine
Rating: T
Genre(s): Romance, Humour
Chapters: 28
Word Count: 90,098
Summary: It’s a challenge. One week. Lily’s hanging out with the Marauders. But trying to keep up with four seventeen year old boys isn’t that easy. “If I win you don’t ask me out. At all. Never again.” “And if I win, you’re my girlfriend.” This’ll be interesting.

Title: Firewhiskey With Boys
Romance, Humour
Word Count: 3,134
The Marauders are up to no good. Specifically, the kind of no good that ends with Lily Evans and James Potter, tied up and drunk, with a time limit and a dare.

The Way They Were: A look Back

If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,

Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,

Like this.

If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.

Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,

don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point

If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.

This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.

Like this.

When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.

Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.

Stare into this deepening blue,

while the breeze says a secret.

From: “Like This” - Rumi


Category: Weddings
Rated M

“I’ve got ­­­­­­­­­to admit, he pulled it off.”

Ron surveyed the crowd outside The Burrow, making note of how much everyone was enjoying themselves. He certainly was, holding Hermione close as they swayed together.

“That was so lovely of Bill, throwing Fleur another wedding reception for their second anniversary, since the first one was… interrupted.”

As they danced, Hermione could see that Ron was lost in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

Rom started slightly, and looked down at his girlfriend. “I was just remembering our first time dancing together at Bill’s wedding. That memory got me through a lot of long nights on watch.”

Hermione blushed. “Me, too.”

He pulled her to him, his voice low and husky. “You looked fucking amazing. Do you know how badly I wanted to kiss you that night? I had it all planned in my head. Bloody interruptions.”

“It’s fine, love. I have to admit, I was hoping for that as well. It’s a good thing we can do a lot more than snog now.”

Her hands surreptitiously slid down his back before settling on his firm buttocks, giving them a quick squeeze.

“Miss Granger, are you propositioning me?”

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Break Out of Your Shell

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Boss!Hux x Assistant!Reader

As requested by @harrell-jordanl: Ok yay! Hux x reader imagine S/he is his shy assistant and he finds some ways to break her out of her shell 😉😅

Warning: sexual implications

“Y/N!” You heard Hux cry out. You sighed as you stood up and quickly walked into his office.

“Yes, sir?” Your small voice squeaked out. You never looked him in the eyes, too shy to be under his intimidating stare.

“Cancel my lunch with Phasma and Ren. Looks like I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on and I’d prefer to do it now than later.” Hux said not looking up from his computer.

You nodded as you scribbled it down into your planner, “Right away, sir.” You turned to walk out, but Hux called out for you again to which you faced him once more.

“Can you do another thing for me?” He asked.

Still avoiding his eyes you said, “You’re my employer, sir, do what you want with me.”

Hux smirked, “You should be careful what you say around me, Y/N. I just might take you up on that offer.”

Your eyes widened when you realized how that sounded. You looked up and looked into his blue eyes piercing into your panicked ones, “I-I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, sir! That was highly unprofessional. I apologize for such-”

“Sssshhhh,” Hux stood up and walked over to you. His body was terribly close to yours. You could smell his expensive cologne on him, “Why are you so anxious around me, Y/N? Hmm? Do I scare you?”

You shook your head, “No, sir.”

“Then why do you tremble around me? Why must your voice be so soft and mouse-like when you speak to me? You never look me in the eyes. You hide from me. That sounds like you’re scare of me.”

“I’m not, sir. I’m shy.”

“Hmm,” Hux began to pace around his office, “Shy you say? Yes, that explains a lot.” He sat on his red leather couch, “No one has been able to break you out of your shell?” You shook your head again. Hux gave you this smirk that made you a bit uncomfortable yet…aroused?

“Looks like we’re going to change that,” he pat the spot next to him, “Sit with me.”

You hesitated but moved and sat down next to him. You were starting to get nervous.

Hux took your hand and kissed it, “No need to be afraid. I won’t bite…unless you ask me to.” You bit your lip and Hux groaned, “I’ve always hated it when you did that. Makes me want to kiss those lips of yours.”

“Why don’t you?” You asked. Woah. Where did that come from?

Hux smiled, “Getting suddenly so confident?” You looked away blushing. Hux gently gripped your chin and had you face him again, “Don’t hide. I’m so supposed to be helping you get out of your shell. Now, look into my eyes and very clear, tell me what you want.” his thumb, clad in his black leather glove rubbed over your lips.

You gulped, “I want you to kiss me.” You said in a whisper.

Hux tsked, “Not loud enough.”

You cleared your throat and spoke louder, “I want you to kiss me, sir.”

“Are you sure?” Hux asked wanting to make sure you were certain. You nodded, “No, use your words, darling.”

“Yes, I want you to kiss me.”

Hux leaned in and his lips met yours. You thought the kiss was going to be forceful, but it was actually gentle and soft. Hux pulled away looking accomplished, “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head and looked down to see the outline of Hux’s straining erection, “No, but I know something else that’s hard.”

Hux couldn’t help but chuckle, “Who’d have thought that a kiss would get you out of your shell?”

“I could help, you know.” You gestured to his lap. 

Hux looked down and at you, “I don’t want you to feel obliged-”

“I don’t feel obliged at all, sir. Bend me at your will.”

Hux smirked, “I think I will take you up on that offer right now.” 

The Growl

I’m so glad The Growl lived up to all the hype because FUCK YEAH it did. The prince looks at Belle with SUCH adoration, dances with her and reads with her and rejoices in being human, but The Growl gives us a glimpse of something else, something other in him, not as courteous or as civilised but also hopelessly Belle’s, hers to command. And the fact that she embraces that looks like such a relief to him.

Ballroom Lights

Leopold Fitz sees the most beautiful, mysteriously familiar woman from across the room…

The tips of her heels tapped onto the marble flooring, her eyes gazing at her beautiful surroundings. The lights dazzled around her, the ballroom roaring with people as music consumed the sound waves. The smell of perfume and alcohol combined with the sound of laughter and blaring speakers would overwhelm anyone’s senses. With the feeling of wild energy and great enthusiasm that no one could mistake, it didn’t matter – catching sight of her made him find himself motionless in his steps. She smiled some, showing her teeth through her grin. He felt his heart stop at the sight of her beaming face from across the room. She gave a look to her friend, and then looked back out through the crowd of people. Then, suddenly, their eyes met.

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