“I couldn’t function,” Adrien grinds out between clenched teeth. “It was our wedding night and I couldn’t touch you without all hell breaking lose every five minutes, and it’s like they know
that Ladybug and Chat Noir were getting married and decided to wreak
havoc just to spite us. I almost couldn’t protect you… and after that I had to repeatedly tell myself that you
weren’t mine just so I could focus on the fight without going insane.” ……
At her prompting, he pulls away from her, only to bring their foreheads together. His eyes are still closed.
“Well, I am yours,” she tells him.
“And I, yours,” he answers.
“We’re married,” she adds.
“We’re married,” he sighs.
“And you can touch me. In fact, you already are.“
eyes open, then, and what she sees is not her laughing, gentle Adrien,
nor her playful, flirty Chat Noir. It is a combination of the two, and
she’s seen this version many times before, but never has his gaze
contained such electric ferocity of delight, worship, and starvation.
"Believe me, My Lady,” he purrs against her lips. “I haven’t quite touched you yet.”
Instead of him being upset that LB doesn’t like Chat, his “real self”, which even then I don’t quite see. Seems to me Chat is more Adrien allowing himself to have fun and be at eased with those that he’s comfortable with and doesn’t really separate the two sides. So! How about:
Adrien being super DELIGHTED that LB has a crush on him.
on him, Adrien Agreste.
she notices him, and likes him and he is delighted and giddy he can barely stay still.
she likes him.
his lady really does has a crush on him!
and he gets so damn smug when LB teases that she could resist him when he’s untransformed and he knows the truth.
“Yes, sure Bugaboo, whatever you say.”
And he has that dumb smug smile that he knows something that she doesn’t and she’s just all, what?
but there’s a job to do so she won’t think about it too much.
and Adrien, flirting with LB as a civilian, watching her get flustered and shy and so damn cute around him.
it’s too much for this lovestruck fool; he’s just falling more and more in love.
and since he flirts through puns, LB kind of mentally crying
Adrien is punner
she still loves him but he puns too
she can never escape puns it seems
and Chat noticing LB fondly staring at a poster of Adrien
and he’s blushing
so delighted, but also so sheepish cause that him she’s admiring and adores and loves
And Adrien, being unable to resist, constantly reaches out to touch LB
touches her shoulders
leans into her space, just to watch her blush cutely, and to be close.
and once, while gazing at Adrien’s poster, she asked Chat, “Have you ever seen anyone so amazing?”
LB you’re killing this boy.
just, Adrien being super happy that LB has a crush on, that she does love him and he so wants to reveal himself so they could be together but he resists because there’s solid logic in keeping identities secret and he does agree with it.
but he’s also so wishful
and knowing his lady does like him is just so torturous.
but she loves him, she really does
and it just sets his heart aglow
and like the romantic that he is, he believes with all his heart that they’re meant to be and will be together
people love lup. people really, really, really, love lup. there was even someone who mentioned they don’t listen to taz but still wants to date lup.
our collective taste in women rocks.
there was much talk of wanting to date BOTH killian and carey, although as you can see, more people said killian.
i saw a lot of “lup and ___” - usually killian or lucretia.
people often cast about for favorites and when the favorites kept piling up, just said “all of them.” hell yeah.
some also just said “is this a trick question? all” which, yknow what? tru
i did have one “none” response, but that was from someone saying “they’re all gay” (which is true) and “they’re too good for me” (which… awww buddy i believe in you, you have good opinions from what i know)
the only ladies not mentioned are, to my knowledge: brogden, terra, paloma, hathaway redcheek-fangbattle, hecuba, petrilda, renee, sabine, and june & mavis (which is good, i didn’t have to block anybody).
here’s a couple of my favorite tags. they’re all a delight, but these gave me a chuckle.
K but in all honesty Tumblr sleeps on Ladyhawke so much
A) It was made in the 80s so every now and then (like in the beginning of the fucking movie) there’s really inappropriate synth/electric guitar music and slo mo shots and lens flares and it’s fucking delightful
B) It’s about a knight and a lady who fell in love but a creepy ass priest (of course) wanted her so I forget how he pulled it off but now she is a hawk by day and a lady by night (TITLE BUT WITH AN “E” ADDED IN THE END FOR NO REASON) and he’s a man by day and a wolf by night and they only see each other in their human forms for half a second when the sun is rising (or setting I guess) and it’s The Most Tragic Love Story Of Our Time
C) She’s stunning but not completely incompetent; he’s broody and badass and did I mention he turns into what amounts to a giant dog it’s like your boyfriend turns into Ghost what’s not to like
D) Yes Matthew Broderick is there and yes he doesn’t really fit the vibe but mostly he’s there to be you. He’s there to be like “omg what a tragic love story I must help the otp” he’s there to be like “wow Michelle Pfeiffer’s face was carved by the gods and also she turns into a bird of prey how amazing” and he’s kind of a flop but you tolerate him, it’s the 80s, Ferris can stay
E) I forget exactly how the plot is resolved but let me assure you that it is as over the top and ridiculous as you’d expect, full of ominous church things
prompt, if ur taking them: jaime rides to winterfell and bends the knee to sansa and becomes an honorable advisor, Jon is very jealous. (bonus points if he walks past dany who thinks he's bending the knee to her instead of sansa)
Jon x Sansa, Jaime & Sansa
The wind bit into him, whipping at his cloak, but Sansa stood at the battlement’s edge as if they faced only a summer snow. Her hair lifted and fluttered about, even slapping against him once or twice. Jon fought the temptation to wrap it around his fist and pull her to him.
Summary: After a family meeting, the boys tease Tommy about marriage. Aunt Polly predicts he’ll find Mrs. Thomas Shelby soon.
Word Count: 2678
Warnings: Smut and cursing.
A/N: I honestly hope you guys enjoy this random idea that kept me up until 4 A.M.
The Shelby family remained lounging in the wager room after
a family meeting. You sat on the stairs below Ada, who was plaiting a braid
into your hair. You considered yourself fortunate that the family thought so
highly of you. You were neither related through blood nor marriage, but they’d
kept you close nonetheless.
Polly had been worried about the recent deals Tommy had been
making. She’d done some digging with the help of Ada and the Londoners could
not be trusted. You’d only mildly helped by pretending to be a flapper girl
interested in a couple of “businessmen”. You were entirely too good at
The family meeting turned into quips. John had begged the
point no one else could have gone undercover except for you because all the
other girls were married women; all except Ada, but John claimed she was still
a grieving widow.
Arthur took a stab at Tommy’s love life. He claimed he’d
never find a woman at the rate he was aging.
“It’s not his age,” Ada roused from the stairwell,” it’s his
Laughter bellowed from everyone but Tommy, who was eyeing
you with a look that didn’t forebode well with you. However, you’d never had
trouble staring danger in the face. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth
and you turned your eyes away.
“Is it because you can’t get a girl off, Tommy?” John
prodded him. “Or is it too small?” He grabbed at his junk. Ada and you groaned.
Polly slapped John,” Shut it, John. Your brother will find a
wife in due time.” She glanced over at you, which caused you to look down at
the floorboards. “Won’t you?”
Tommy didn’t even flinch. Arthur piped up before Tommy could
reply,” She’s gotta have something no other woman has.”
“What, like three tits?” John leaned in. Esme seemed
unamused from her seat next to John. You couldn’t help but laugh. Laughs were
not in short supply around the family.
Sunshine poured through the curtains Yuta had neglected to close before he left, disturbing your sleep and forcing you to wake and face the day. Accepting the rude awakening, you let your eyes flicker open and the first of many yawns flow as you rubbed sleep away from your eyes. Laying still for a moment to gather your tired thoughts, you rolled over, the silk sheets falling away from your bare body as you did so. Seeing the empty side of the bed wasn’t a surprise, it was very common for Yuta to be absent during the morning hours thanks to his job. Provided with a key of your own, he allowed you to stay the over the previous night, and left you on your own until he was to return in the afternoon. After all, how could he expect you to make the journey home after the workout he put you through until the sunrise? It was a miracle to behold, seeing Yuta manage to pull himself together just a couple of hours after you two had crashed on the bed, sweaty and out of breath, and get ready for work as if it hadn’t affected him in the slightest. It surely affected you, the delicious ache from his actions the night before still being felt, you were positive if you even attempted to move from the bed, you’d be a puddle on the floor.
If only the church knew the sins their darling Priest committed on his days off. Such a pure reputation, would be crushed to bits if anyone had the slightest idea of how he makes you beg for his cock every day of the week.The filth that spilled from his pretty lips when Yuta bottoms out in your heat would definitely give
the sweet old ladies wearing their precious gold crosses a heart attack. Heaven forbid anyone see what lies inside Yuta’s beside table. Glancing at the clock on the pristine white table, you body tingled in delight. 1:14 PM. Yuta should be home soon. Impatient for Yuta’s return, the sinful thoughts of how you’d pick up where last night left off already swimming through your mind, a mischievous smile gracing your face before you carefully left the bed. As expected, your legs were of little use, barely managing to hold you long enough to stumble towards Yuta’s closet. Over the months you’d been together and staying the night, a good collection of your things had accumulated at his apartment. More specifically, the little outfits he’d bought you, had begun to fill his wardrobe.
By 1:32 PM, you were dressed and waiting for Yuta to walk through the door. As always, Yuta’s entrance was silent, not wanting to wake you if you were still asleep, especially after the long night you two had. Although he was as eager as ever, the work out he put you through needed proper rest afterwards. But when he quietly made his way to the bedroom, and found you kneeling on the soft mattress with your hands laid on your thighs, all cautiousness was thrown out the window. “What’s this, kitten?” Yuta playfully cocked his head to the side. “Last night now enough? Kitten wants to play again?” You nodded enthusiastically, the soft white ears on your hair bouncing along with the bell attached to your thin, silk collar jingling with each movement. “It’s never enough.” You pouted, “I always want to play more.” Calmly kicking his shoes off, eyes roaming your new attire, Yuta simply nodded. “Then come help Sir out of his clothes.” Grinning, you scrambled off the bed and flew into Yuta’s arms that welcomed you happily. Your eager hands shoved his suit jacket from his shoulders, Yuta let it fall to the floor carelessly, his thoughts were more occupied with feeling the delicate lace covering your bottom. Nimble fingers went to work of popping all the button’s on Yuta’s dress shirt before that too was cast aside, letting you have complete access to his golden skin. Yuta blocked your access to his belt. Trapping your wandering hands between you as he grabbed a handful of your ass and pulled you towards him, allowing him to grind his hardening member against your stomach. Mindful of the headband, Yuta brushed the hair away from one side of your neck, leaned down. “What do you want, kitten?” He breathed against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver through you. A moment passed while you thought, a moment too long, and Yuta brought his hand down on you ass, the unexpected sting making you squeak and jerk back to stare at him in surprise. “Answer me.” Blinking, you sputtered a quiet, “What…whatever Sir wants to give me.” Smirking at such a submissive response, he shoved you back towards the bed, you spread out on the mattress. Working his own belt off, Yuta approached the bed slowly, watching you watch his rub his own bulge. “Look what you’ve done to, you caused this, you know. You’re gonna fix it, aren’t you, kitten?” You nodded silently, eyes glued to his slender fingers slowly pulling his zipper down, the sound as loud as can be, before Yuta shoved them down his legs without a care. Too impatient to mess with you any longer, he quickly discarded his boxers and let you see him in his full glory, taking pride in the audible gulp you made at seeing his cock. Even after all this time, Yuta never failed to take your breath away. Instinctively, your legs fell open for Yuta as he knelt at the end of the bed. Like feathers, his fingers trailed up your smooth legs till he met the soft lace panties. “Up.” A one word command, and your hips lifted off the bed to allow him to rid you of the fabric, leaving your bottom half bare. Yuta’s sharp eyes met yours, as he brought two of his slender fingers to his mouth, covering his digits in his spit before bringing them to your core. Running his slick fingers through your folds, he smirked at finding you already growing wet. “Doesn’t take much to turn you on, does it?” Impishly smiling, you replied, “Not when it comes to you, Sir.” “Tsk, such a naughty minx,” Yuta shook his head in mock disappointment. “What am I going to do with you.” Your hand trailed down your torso and stopped at your core, letting a single finger toy with your clit as you whimpered and pouted as Yuta groaned at the sight, “Fuck your kitten, Sir. Make her purr.” With a slight snarl, he knocked your hand away from your pussy, grasping his cock, pumping himself in his hand slowly. “Kittens don’t give commands, ask me nicely.” Yuta cooed, teasing the head of his member over your clit, your hips jumped in response and you bit your lip to keep the moan in. “Ask me real nice, kitten. Say ‘please fuck me Sir’. Say it.” You tried to keep the sounds it, trying to keep up your defiant act, but when Yuta dipped the head of his cock in your entrance, and stayed completely still, you caved and moaned lewdly, “Please fuck me Sir, I’ll be a good kitten, please just fuc-oh!” Before you could finish, Yuta slid in your slick heat and bottomed out, feeling his length inside of you nearly taking the breath right out of your lungs. Yuta only paused for a second, the warmth around him momentarily making him freeze before he gathered his thoughts, grasped your hips as he pulled out nearly all the way before crashing his hips against yours again. His thrusts hard, his hips slapping against the back of your thighs sounding out in the room, though barely audible over your moans from Yuta. After last night, you’re still sensitive and Yuta knows that fully well. Seeing your hands grasping the sheets in pleasure, he speeds up, setting a faster pace, as one hand leaves your hip and yanks the lace lined bra down, exposing your chest to him. His thrusts don’t falter as he leans over your body and places his warm mouth over your nipple, letting his tongue flick over the hard nub before gently biting down, pausing his thrusts and groaning lowly when your hands fly to his hair and tug from the assault on your chest. Shifting a bit, Yuta resumed his unforgiving pace, slamming in to your core harder, almost laughing when you jumped and grasped his shoulder desperately and moaned, “There! Right the-ohfuck-there!” Obeying, Yuta returned to your chest, leaving bite marks across the smooth skin as he focused on that perfect spot inside you, the head of his cock slamming into the bundle of nerves without mercy. Your nails bit Yuta’s back and he responded by biting your neck, flicking his tongue over the abused skin until you gasped against his ear, “Yuta-fuck-right there! I’m so clos-oh-close!” Smirking to himself, he stopped all together, returning to his kneeling position and pulled his out. “What the fuck Yuta!” You swore at him, panting harshly from the pleasure being ripped away from you. “Why’d you stop!” “Turn over.” Yuta commanded, breathing heavily. He dropping his hand to his slick cock, pumping himself again. “On all fours. Like the kitten you are.” Fuck, you gulped, and obeyed. Despite tense muscles, you turned on your stomach quickly, and tucked your knees underneath you. Before you could beg again, Yuta grasped your hips again and immediately resumed his powerful pace, the new position making it easier to locate your g-spot instantly and relentlessly pound his cock against the nerves. The new angle and pleasure made your back bow automatically, dropping to your stomach with no power to hold your torso up as you moaned pitifully against the blankets. “This is-oh shit-this is how you’re meant to be.” Yuta cursed at your core tightening around his cock, the sight of you moaning against the bed and the angle allowing him to watch his own member disappear in your slick pussy. “On your knees, moaning for me. Fuck.” The coin in your stomach tightened, your fingers dug in the soft blankets, “Fuck Yuta I’m gonna cum. Please don’t-ah-please don’t stop. I’m so close please!” Although you couldn’t see him, out of breath, he nodded and continued his pace, focusing to not move an inch and miss that magic spot in you. His fingers tightening around your hips, blunt nails surely leaving marks as he felt your walls spasm around his cock before you moaned his name as you released around him. Adding this to last night’s fun, your sensitivity was running high and Yuta hadn’t cum yet. Still collapsed on the bed, you blindly flung your hand out behind you to grasp Yuta. Finding his arm, you pulled him down on top of you, and turned your head to see his face scrunched in pleasure. “C’mon Sir, cum.” You cooed, tilting as best as you could with your position and Yuta’s thrusts shaking your body for your lips to brush just below his jaw, along his sensitive spot. Nipping the skin, Yuta’s hips jerked in response, throwing his thrusts off course and forcing a low groan. Tilting his head to give you access, he panted, “Do it again.” At his command, you obeyed, latching fulling on to the spot and sucked harshly, biting the skin hard, knowing how he liked it. His thrusts grew sloppy the longer you kept up your biting. With each bite, his moaning grew sharper and without being able to see him, you knew his stomach was clenching with his release close. You reached out again, to thread your fingers through his dampening hair, and whispered to him, “Cum for me, Yuta.” before tugging his hair hard and biting at his neck again. His mouth hung open as his hips stuttered, before he pushed away from you quick, pulling out of your heat before spilling on your back, pumping his cock as his hips jerked with each spurt. Yuta’s shaky hands came back to you, slipping around your front and lifting you from the bed until you knelt and leaned against his front. Gentle hands tossed the kitten ear headband off to the side before brushing you sex crazed hair out of the way, pressing tender kisses up the slope of your neck and rubbing his hands slowly across your front. “You okay?” “I’m perfect.” You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder, loving gaze meeting his. “You’re perfect.” “Shower or rag?” Yuta asked. “Hmm, shower.” You pecked his lips softly, “Um, your neck…hickies.” “We’ll worry about it next week.” Yuta brushed it off, although he did hate having to cover them, church is church. “Right now, I just want to get cleaned up and relax with my kitten, can I have that?” “You can.” You grinned and nodded. “But, you’re going to have to carry me, I can’t feel my legs.”
what do the Gentry think of that one passage from "Lords and Ladies" by Terry Pratchett about elves?
Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder. Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels. Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies. Elves are glamorous. They project glamour. Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment. Elves are terrific. They beget terror. The
thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if
you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed
their meaning. No one ever said elves are nice. Elves are bad.
Most of them, should you quote it to them, are delighted by it. If you can’t be loved, be feared - people will treat you with respect either way.
Request: Can I request protective yoongi scenarios (since i like this side of him but wanna see toward his family) where Yoongi let Taehyung and Jimin take Taeyeon to theme park with their kids. Then Taejun tell his dad he likes Taeyeon and since Taehyung adoresTaeyeon, he likes the idea. Later when Yoongi joined them, he saw his daughter hand in hand with Taehyung’s son, he got over protective. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much.
Genre: Family / Friendship.
-We will be joining you later- Yoongi said to Taehyung who was the one taking the bag you had prepared for Taeyeon, you had to go run some errands together so it had been great when Taehyung had offered to take Taeyeon with him to the park since he was taking his son too and soon Yoongi learned Jimin was going as well with his twins.
-It’s all fine hyung, you take your time, we will have fun-
You were talking with Jimin as Taeyeon was greeting Minah and the two boys. -Be careful, don’t let them go by themselves-
-Come on hyung- Taehyung laughed patting Yoongi’s back. -I’ll take care of her as if he was mine-
Yoongi nodded dedicating a fond glance to his daughter. -I’m just saying, none of your wives are going, and you two like parks too much-
Taehyung laughed at that and Jimin busted in the conversation. -Hey, we are perfectly responsible people-
-He’s just nervous to let go of Taeyeon- you whispered to Jimin who whispered to Taehyung making both of them laugh and Yoongi glare.
-Yah, what are you whispering there Y/N? And you too, rascals-
You laughed too going back to his side. -We were just saying you are bitter because you are not going-
Yoongi snorted placing his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer, you saw the four children, they were all around the same age, Taejun, Taehyung’s son, being the oldest with six, but they all interacted well together, it wasn’t the first time they met so they were pretty friendly with each other, little Taemin, Jimin’s son, being the shyest.
Taeyeon you knew would be perfectly ok, her uncles adored her, and she was a pretty capable five year old, playful and just a bit shy with strangers, but with them she was in her comfort zone, she was specially close with Taejun since they were just months apart in age and they got along well.
Instead of going to Lotte World, they were going to Seoul Children’s Grand Park which was likely to be less crowded but it was a great park too. You were a bit anxious too, a natural thing to see your little girl go out when at her short age it were rare the times when she went out, to anywhere that wasn’t school, without you. For Yoongi you knew it was a hard thing as his little girl was the apple of his eye, he was overprotective with you and the same thing translated to his daughter. They accommodated all the children on the back seat, the four of them going comfortably in Taehyung’s SUV.
-Call us if anything- you told them and both men nodded. -Have fun!- you cheered making the children wave and cheer back.
-Daddy!- Taeyeon threw a kiss at him and you could almost see Yoongi’s spirit falling and melting, it was a wonder how he just waved back cooly instead of clutching his heart.
It was wonderful to have Brynjolf back in the tower again;
his laugh lit up a room like a candle in a cavern. Warm. Inviting. It was
impossible to be sullen around him. Or so you had thought. Despite the
joviality amongst every other person present, Loki seemed insistent on sulking.
You were worried about him. It was one thing to be upset, but this had been
going on all day. It felt out of character, even for him.
“So, how did yous two meet?” Brynjolf asked before shovelling
hot mashed potato into his mouth. The pair of you been out hunting that
afternoon so you could be sure there was enough food to go around; he was
exceedingly pleased to see how you handled Duchess, agreeing with himself that
she’d been left in the right hands. He’d even taught you a few more tricks!
Over the course of one afternoon, your aim, speed, and balance had all
Fenrien looked at you with a mischievous grin; you laughed
nervously. Loki gripped his fork a little harder – at which Brynjolf narrowed
his eyes. He could at least act a little less like a green-blooded fool!
“I, uh, I don’t know where to begin,” you admitted. “I imagine you’ll find it
rather funny given how we met.”
“A story I am also most eager to hear,” Fenrien interjected.
“Fenrien and I met in a jail cell,” you sighed, biting your
lip after and examining Brynjolf’s expression. His eyes twinkled with delight.
“Now what, might I ask, was you doin’ in a jail cell, lady?” Fenrien was holding
back a wide grin.
“I, uh, might’ve been causing mischief with Duchess. Fenrien was roped into the
whole thing quite accidentally and in trying to rescue him, I got us both
Brynjolf erupted into gloriously loud laughter, clutching
his belly and throwing his head back. Loki shielded the top of his bowl from
the small droplets of spittle and chewed food that flew from the man’s mouth, disgust
evident on his face. You hid a smile with your hand but Loki caught you looking
at him anyway and smirked. Pleased, though you were, to see the little grin, it
promptly disappeared when the conversation continued.
“Of course that’s
what happened,” Brynjolf chortled, wiping a tear from under his right eye. “You
just can’t seem to avoid trouble, can ye’?”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” You asked with mock offense.
It started when your favorite TV show changed its timings.
Now, you had to work at four in the evening, and couldn’t be watching TV at that time. Even though new episodes aired once a week on Fridays, it wasn’t worth your hide playing hooky- you worked for Nick Fury, directly under Steve Rogers. And paperwork sucked, but all the Avengers had to do it. Well, except Tony, he paid Peter to do his.
Your only other option was to stay up Friday night and catch the show’s repeat at one am.
So at half past twelve you settled down in the huge living area of the Avengers compound, with plenty of candy, a fluffy pillow and a blanket.
Bucky woke up screaming, as usual.
He found himself sitting up in bed, gasping for breath, his mind a mess of broken images and chants of “Heil Hydra!”
summary: you are a new avenger and have to go to the upcoming gala with the team, luckily your partner for the night is quite the charmer.
Being an Avenger meant so much more than just kicking ass and taking names; it was presenting yourself to a world that wasn’t ready for super heroes. You quickly learned this reality when you were recruited to the team, and now with an upcoming gala you were losing your mind. As much as you didn’t want something as small as an outfit to stress you out, it still did.
The men were lucky, they had their suits all fitted for them with nothing else to do other than show up. Natasha was well seasoned with this sort of thing, so she had a beautiful lace dress with heels ready in the back of her closet. Let’s not forget her skills with hair and makeup. You weren’t even sure what this gala was for, you just knew it was black tie. Despite being new, you got along with everyone really well and always went to Tony’s parties in the tower. But now you were at a standstill in front of your closet, all you had were dresses from summer. Natasha is a lot smaller than you, so you decided to just have her help you find one in the days leading up to the gala.
The elevator dinged as you stepped off and onto the floor of Natasha and Clint’s shared apartment. Clint was in his normal spot, perched on the island in the kitchen eating some strawberries. “Hey, y/n! What brings you here?” He smiled and slid off the counter.
“I’m actually looking for Nat, she’s gotta help me with gala shit for tomorrow.” You shook your head slightly at the idea of looking for dresses, but it was kind of exciting getting all dressed up.
He crossed his arms over his chest, “Don’t worry about them too much, it’s mostly just annoying press questions that matter. But you really won’t have to answer much since you’re new.” Clint shrugged his shoulders, “Oh and Natasha is in the weapons room.” He continued with a smirk on his face, and went over to the fridge as you left.
You waved goodbye and walked down the hall to the weapons room on their floor. The security pad was already lit up, so you dialed in the code and saw Nat polishing her guns at the table in the center of the room. Natasha was only wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and somehow she still made you feel like shit, but it’s not like she meant to.
“I have a serious issue.” You stated as you sat on the bench across from her.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” She happily motioned to the various weapons around her. There were some serious weapons in there, nothing to be played with.
After making an awkward scrunched up face, you quickly said, “No, I meant like I don’t have anything to wear to the gala this week, I can’t go in jeans either.” She looked up from her weapon and nodded as you spoke.
“Honey, why didn’t you come to me before?” Nat laughed, and then stood, “Come to my room and we’ll look online. You have Tony’s credit card number yet?”
The day of the gala came, and you were more nervous than you cared to admit. It was the first time you had to be formal around the world’s mightiest heroes. The gala started at 7pm, so Natasha told you to be at her room around 5 to help you get ready. Of course, she already looked amazing by the time you’d arrived. With her red hair curled and tight dress already on, and of course she looked ready to kill as well. She had picked out a stunning blue dress that came down to your ankles, and paired it with black studded heels. Normally, your natural hair couldn’t be tamed, but somehow Natasha managed to get it all flat and she only applied light makeup.
“You ready?” she smiled at you like a proud mother, and you nodded.
Everyone had separate cars, which was probably the best thing. If Tony and Steve were in the same car, there was no way that both of them would show up in one piece, plus people had their dates. This was when you learned that since you were new, you couldn’t just show up alone. Even Natasha was paired with Steve at this point, so you were informed by Jarvis that Bucky was making his way downstairs and would join you in your limo in a few moments. Bucky looked handsome in his black suit, and his long hair was tied in a bun on the back of his head.
“Well, hello doll.” Bucky purred as the two of you slid into the limo out front of the Avengers tower. It made you blush, but you had just a short ride to the event to really get it together. “I can tell you’re nervous, but don’t worry I like to talk to the reporters.” He cracked his knuckles, as if that was going to help him prepare for the press. You and Bucky were the last to show up since you weren’t the ‘opening show’ so to speak, but it was still all a rush once you exited the limo. Even though you were new to the Avengers, you were still bombarded with paparazzi.
After a nervous smile to the crowd, you made your way onto the carpet and looped an arm through Bucky’s. “I have no clue where I’m going, please help.” you laughed, which made him smile brilliantly. For some reason you thought that this event wouldn’t have a red carpet like the events you saw on tv, but no such luck. The cameras were flashing and reporters asked questions like crazy, Bucky handled them like a pro. While posing for pictures, you turned and looked at him to tell him how handsome he looked with a suit on.
“You say that like I’m not handsome all the time,” he joked back, which made you laugh. With that laugh escaping you, and his gaze down towards you, it sent the photographers into a frenzy.
This was also when you noticed the fact that his suit was a deep blue, almost black. It almost looked like it was coordinated as if the two of you were indeed a couple. You and Bucky made your way a little further down the carpet, then you noticed there was some tv station there, with their blonde reporter who looked all too excited when you walked up to her with Bucky on your arm. She seemed to be bouncing around as she introduced herself, and you were too zoned out to really take in what she was saying. “So, are you two the new hottest Avenger couple?”
Bucky luckily was paying attention, and quickly responded, “Well, I hope so, soon.” The blonde squealed in delight as you just smiled and nodded, it was bizarre just being there. The two other events that you had attended was with Nat, and she obviously took over then as well. The lady continued asking questions, and you decided to zone into it and maybe answer some things.
“So, what it like being an Avenger?” she smiled, her teeth having been freshly whitened for this event.
You met eyes with Bucky, and it was a ‘be a troll’ look, so you spoke, “It has lots of perks!” the reporter almost leaned in, anticipating a decent answer, “There’s lots of free yogurt, we get schwarma every Friday, and Thor likes to walk around naked every Thursday.” A giggle escaped your mouth as her face turned into a deep blush, and she quickly cut off the rest of your sentence to let you and Bucky move onto the next reporter that was standing there. She must’ve been so embarrassed that that was going to be her only interview with an Avenger for the night.
The lady at the end of the carpet motioned for the both of you to come off the carpet which you were happy to. You stepped into a light filled room where all the Avengers were at the bar already, waiting for you. Clint was the first to walk to you with his arms open wide, “Look who’s not in sweatpants!” he hugged you as he continued, “You should straighten your hair more often!”
Steve finally turned around from sipping his drink as well, and he finally caught sight of you, “Whoa, I’ve seen you with bed head and I thought you were adorable, look at you now!” He gave a quick hug, and then you continued down the row of avengers. Thor was with Jane, and they looked absolutely adorable, and Thor nearly squeezed the life out of you as he hugged and congratulated you on your first gala as an Avenger.
Bucky brushed on the side of your arm, and then he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Want to go walk around? Your face is the color of a tomato.” you giggled at him, and took his and as you walked away from the bar area. There were various areas of the building, it was designed much like a winter wonderland theme. The blue light was gorgeous and complimented your dress, and it made Bucky’s eyes sparkle. There was a table reserved for you and Bucky, next to various ones for the rest of the Avengers as well. He pulled a chair out for you, and then you sat across from him. “So, you catch their little question about us being the new hot shit?”
You busted out laughing, and it felt like you had a weight lifted off your shoulders. But you felt like there was something you needed to tell him, “Maybe we can be the new hot shit?”
Bucky raised an eyebrow, “This wasn’t how I expected tonight to go, but it’s a lot better than the way I thought it would.” He slowly sipped his drink, “How about we dip, and go get some pizza?” The thought of sneaking out the back door of the event made you giggle, but you nodded your head. Bucky chuckled and held out his hand for you to take, “Let’s go doll.”
‘Cross my heart and hope to die doll’ Bucky laughed leading a small brunette to bar to order her a drink. ‘It really did happen’
The restaurant was full of soldier’s uniforms and twirling dresses. The air filled with expensive perfumes, alcohol, nicotine and sweat coming from people moving to the band playing swing. The last night before soldiers were going to leave the country to fight. The night to remember.
The smile quickly disappeared from Bucky’s face when he looked at the red bar chairs. He had been looking there for over an hour trying to see yours reaction at him changing partners and dancing with them through the night. This time though you weren’t alone like you had been only minutes ago when he escorted his current partner outside because it was too stuffy for her in the room. This time you were in a company of a man. Also soldier judging by his uniform. A soldier who just made you laugh and whose hand, in Bucky’s opinion, really didn’t have to rest on the back of your chair.
‘James?’ a high-pitched voice next to him brought him back from his trance ‘Is everything okay?’
‘Pardon me sugar’ Bucky looked at her quickly before his gaze returned to you ‘Let’s get you this drink shall we?’ before she could answer he already started walking towards you making the girl move faster to reach his pace and don’t lose contact with his arm.
‘One apple blossom please’ Bucky said leaning against the counter. He moved to the right bumping in the soldier’s back. ‘I’m so sorry I didn’t notice you’ he said waving his hand around.
‘That’s alr-’ the man turned around and started but was quickly cut off by Bucky.
‘Y/N!’ Barnes almost shouted ‘I didn’t see you here’
‘That’s surprising since it’s where you left me and Steve and left with Dolores or Claudia or Jane’ you said taking a sip of your drink.
‘What can I do? I couldn’t let beautiful ladies stay at their tables all the time in a night like this’ Bucky laughed but his gaze was focused on man next to you ‘Oh I didn’t introduce myself’ he reached his hand ‘James Barnes. Sargent James Barnes’ he said shaking man’s palm and emphasising his military rank. He knew it wasn’t the highest one but still hoped that the man would be impressed.
‘Nicolaus Johnson’ the man smiled.
‘He is captain’ you said smirking when Bucky’s smile fell a little bit ‘And who is your companion right now?’
‘Well this lovely lady’ Bucky said looking for the first time at the girl at his side since he had stopped by the bar ‘Gave me an honour to dance with her for the last couple of songs and I must admit she is a delightful company’ he added making the girl giggle when he put his arm around her waist.
‘I don’t doubt that’ you smiled squeezing your glass a little bit tighter. ‘What happened with your previous one?’
‘Her boyfriend interrupted us’
‘What a bastard’ you said sarcastically turning a little bit more in your chair so you sat on it sideways.
‘Right? Fortunately this beauty helped me with my misery’ he said winking at his companion making her blush.
You cleared your throat and looked at the edge of your red dress fixing it a little bit. Looking at Bucky with this girl made you feel hot outside in the worst way possible and it wasn’t something you wanted to admit.
‘Well aren’t you a lucky lad?’ you said. Just then the band started playing new song.
The girl made a high pitched sound and started lightly pulling Bucky towards dance floor ‘It’s my favourite song James! Come on’
‘Yes James go’ you said ‘Don’t worry about me. I have a good company’ you added putting your hand on captain’s wrist and smiling at him.
Bucky felt like he was boiling. He clenched his jaw and was about to say something when the girl pulled him harder and made him follow her on the dance floor.
You looked at the wall opposite the bar. Colourful bottles with alcohol reflected the lights casting shaking, rainbow-like shadows on the floor.
‘Is he someone important for you?’ Nicolaus’ voice brought you back.
‘No one you should worry about’ you put on a fake smile and looked at your companion ‘Absolutely no one’ sweet liquor made its way down your throat.
‘Good’ the soldier’s voice went an octave lower as he moved his chair closer to you. He gently grasped your free hand and raised it to his mouth.
Bucky twirled his partner completely deaf for her cheerful laughter and comments. The more he was looking at you and Nicolaus the more and more grim his face looked. When captain’s lips moved softly to your wrist Bucky’s feet stopped moving.
‘James?’ the girl almost lost her balance ‘Why are…’
‘I’m sorry love’ Bucky said letting go of her hand. ’I’m feeling sick’ he gave her a tight smile before started manoeuvring through the crowd. As far as it was possible from you, from the captain, from the burning feeling in his chest.
Chill evening air kissed his flushed skin the moment he opened the door. Outside the street was almost empty except few drunks leaving one bar to enter another.
The music was muffled and the light coming from the bar was dimmed when he approached the wall and started kicking it before hitting it with his fist.
‘Big guy try to find someone your size’ the music became louder for a second the moment your voice torn through the air. ‘Did your date not appreciate your dancing skills? Hurt your pride so decided to leave her?’
Bucky didn’t even look at you as his hands moved to the buttons of his jacket to put them in place. ‘What are you doing here? Weren’t you busy?’
‘Could ask the same thing’ you approached him slowly crossing your arms over your chest. Your heels made a soft clicking sound that made James look at you.
‘Not feeling it. But go. Nicolaus is probably lonely. Especially his lips. Must be getting cold poor things’
Clicking stopped ‘Excuse me?’
‘Why are you here Y/N?’ Bucky sighed pinching the bridge of his nose for a second.
‘I did. And?’ James interrupted you shrugging ‘Didn’t know I had to report myself’
‘Girls weren’t enough or their boys got mad?’
‘Not my type of crowd’
‘Well you are surprising me’
‘Because you must know everything?’
‘What’s your problem?’
‘My? I don’t have a problem’
‘Oh of course not… Steam is coming out of your ears you noticed?’
‘Cold weather. Maybe you should go back inside. I believe nice and warm soldier jacket is waiting there’
‘Are you jealous?’
‘Don’t be ridiculous! About what? Him?’ Bucky laughed bitterly ‘Why would I care?’
‘Oh my God! Why are you such a baby?!’
‘Sorry it is not the way you want it to be princess!’
‘Could you just calm down and talk to me?!’
‘Talk to… DAMN IT!’ Bucky shouted spinning in place‘You drive me wild!’
‘What?!’ you moved closet to him so you were almost chest to chest
‘You spent the night with some fella who seems to be glued to your skin and then expect me to just talk to you?!’
‘What the hell James!’ you pointed your finger in his chest ‘Oh so you are allowed to swim around and catch every lady that is fainting over your square jaw but I can’t have a company?! I can’t believe you!’
You moved away ‘I do what I want with who I want and who do you think you are to make decisions for me?’
‘My WHO?!’ you shouted ‘You’ve just said you don’t care’ your voice went lower ‘So don’t. I’m done. Goodnight’ you swallowed hard and looked him up and down before turning around and heading back to the bar.
‘I’m an ass Y/N’ soft voice made you turn around ‘A player. A coward’ you have never seen Bucky’s face this sincere, desperate and hopeless at the same time. ‘It’s my last night before I’m leaving and I’m still nothing more than that’
He raised his finger ‘You wanted me to talk so I talk’ a humorless laugh escaped his throat. ‘I’m a coward remember, might stop every moment’
You closed your mouth listening intently.
Bucky took a shaky breath ‘As I said it’s my last night and I’m fighting with someone I never wanted to fight with. Nor hurt. And I must have a talent because I achieved both’
‘So before anything else - I’m sorry. Truly. I am sorry. But the thing is you do drive me wild. You can be cocky, talk too much, completely ignore me and my fragile masculinity is not ready for that’ your soft laughter stopped shaking of his voice ‘You can annoy me and anger me and make me jealous and be a real pain…’
‘I thought you were apologizing’
‘And interrupt me’ Bucky raised his eyebrow pointedly ‘But…I like it. And I can’t give up on you, especially not because of my own stupidity. So if it is the last night then Y/N Y/L/N you must know one thing and I expect nothing in return’ he closed his eyes before his blue orbs met yours ‘I love you’
Your breath hitched the moment those three words left his mouth. You had no idea how long you had been frozen until you saw a small, sad smile quirking Bucky’s lips. He took out his cap from the pocket of his jacket and put it on his head before turning around and slowly walking down dark street. Next thing you remembered was your hand on his elbow, his surprised face and his soft lips meeting yours.
When you pulled away the world came back to its regular motion and bubbly laughter left your lips upon seeing Bucky’s face - eyes still closed, cheeks flushed, lips puckered. His blues slowly came to view when his face turned into silent question.
‘Ditto soldier’ you whispered taking hold of his lapels and pulling him once again ‘I love y…’ the last word was swallowed by James’ lips closing on yours and his arms caging you in the most desperate and loving embrace.
“I need an honest opinion, from somebody I can depend on to be objective. No,” I amended, “I take that back. I need an opinion and then – depending on the opinion – maybe a favor.”
“No problem,” Joe assured me. “Especially the opinion. My specialty, opinions.” He rocked back in his chair, unfolded his gold-rimmed glasses and set them firmly atop his broad nose. Then he folded his hands across his chest, fingers steepled, and nodded at me. “Shoot.”
“Am I sexually attractive?” I demanded. His eyes always reminded me of coffee drops, with their warm golden-brown color. Now they went completely round, enhancing the resemblance.
Then they narrowed, but he didn’t answer immediately. He looked me over carefully, head to toe.
“It’s a trick question, right?” he said. “I give you an answer and one of those women’s libbers jumps out from behind the door, yells ‘Sexist pig!’ And hits me over the head with a sign that says ‘Castrate Male Chauvinists.’ Huh?”
“No,” I assured him. “A sexist male chauvinist answer is basically what i want.”
“Oh, okay. As long as we’re straight, then.” He resumed his perusal squinting closely as I stood up straight.
“Skinny white broad with too much hair, but a great ass,” he said at last. “Nice tits, too,” he added, with a cordial nod. “That what you want to know?”
“Yes,” I said, relaxing my rigid posture. “That’s exactly what I wanted to know. It isn’t the sort of question you can ask just anybody.”
He pursed his lips in a silent whistle, then threw back his head and roared with delight.
“Lady Jane! You’ve got a man!”
I felt the blood rising in my cheeks, but tried to keep my dignity. “I don’t know. Maybe. Just maybe.”
“Maybe, hell! Jesus Christ on a piece of toast, L.J. it’s about time!”
“Kindly quit cackling,” I said, lowering myself into his visitor’s chair. “It doesn’t become a man of your years and station.”
“My years? Oho,” he said, peering shrewdly at me through the glasses. “He’s younger than you? That’s what you’re worried about?”
“Not a lot,” I said, the blush beginning to recede. “But I haven’t seen him in twenty years.” […]
His sketchy brows flicked upward. “No?[…] There’s this split second when you meet somebody you used to know, when you think, ‘My God, he’s change!,’ and then all of a sudden, he hasn’t – it’s just like the twenty years weren’t there. I mean” – he rubbed his head vigorously struggling for meaning – “you see they’ve got some gray, and some lines, and maybe they aren’t just the same as they were, but two minutes past that shock, and you don’t see it anymore. They’re just the same people they always were, and you have to make yourself stand back a ways to see that they aren’t eighteen anymore.” […]
“Is it B r e e ’ s d a d d y ?” he asked softly.
I jerked my head up and stared at him. “How the hell did you know that?” I said.
He smiled slightly. “I’ve known Bree how long? Ten years at least.” He shook his head. “She’s got a lot of you in her, L.J. but I’ve never seen anything of Frank. Daddy’s got red hair, huh?” he asked. “And he’s one big son of a bitch, or everything I learned in Genetics 101 was a damn lie.”
“Yes,” I said, and felt a kind of delirious excitement at that simple admission. Until I had told Bree herself and Roger about Jamie, I had said nothing about him for twenty years. The joy at suddenly being able to talk freely about him was intoxicating.
So I sat down a few days ago after finishing A Court of Wings and Ruin and I thought.
I would pay money to read an erotic fiction piece featuring these three. Sadly none existed yet. So I had to write it myself. The only problem….I haven’t written smut in so long I had to actually go back and read over some old stuff so this has taken longer than I anticipated to write.
Here’s the first three pages..I’ll finish the rest later when I’m done with the whole “adulting” for the day. @squaddreamcourt my fellow Helion smut queen. This is for you and me. LOL
Rhys paced circles around the sitting room of his and Feyre’s palace atop the Court of Nightmares. Why had he chosen the Moon Palace for this?? Was he really this nervous about impressing Helion? He stopped pacing long enough to ponder why he was so nervous about this. He was over 500 years old it’s not like this would be the first time he’d joined Helion in the bedroom. No, no it wasn’t Helion that was making him nervous about this upcoming encounter. It was Feyre.
When he had suggested at the Dawn Court all those months ago that she might like having two men worship her in the bedroom he didn’t think she’d take him seriously. Then the war had happened and he’d forgotten about it. Forgotten until one day he’d come upon her in their Town House bedroom asleep and moaning. She was napping in the middle of the day and it was obvious by her moans and gasps that she was enjoying the dream. Feeling a bit naughty himself he decided to slip in and see what had her flushing so prettily in her sleep. The surprise was on him when he saw she was dreaming of not only him but High Lord of the Day Court Helion and what the two of them were doing to her; well he had no idea his Mate had such imagination. Reeling himself out of her dream he contemplated asking her about it, chuckled to himself imagining the fiery blush that would sweep across her freckled cheeks. Tongue in cheek he crawled on the bed and began kissing her neck and shoulders to wake her.
Ah, now this is a topic I’ve been lucky enough to discuss with
some dear mutuals over the years, so let me see if I can do an answer justice.
course, we can never know the
man, not truly; that is only for the very lucky few that are a part of his
life, his world. But there is so much we can deduce of him, based upon
his work, his words, his public deeds and behavior.
you look at his work alone, you see incredible natural talent that he has
refined through dedication & physical and mental discipline; you see a love
of the written & spoken word; and most especially you see a keen &
compassionate understanding of the human condition–for how else could he bring
such breathtaking truth to all of his characters? Even the wicked ones,
like Khan & Richard III–he makes us feel that even they have
reasons for the things they do, often rooted in emotional/psychological pain.
Though the evil they do is no less evil, we can sympathize to some degree,
with what brought them to that place. In
my lifetime I have seen no player more truly & more lovingly—in
Shakespeare’s words—hold the mirror up to nature.
interviews & public appearances, you find a humble, self-effacing man, a bright
wit, & sense of humor generous enough to make himself as likely a target of
jesting as anyone or anything else. He
values home, hearth, family, the environment, although he could easily give
over to hedonism on his bank account.
How many times do we see him wearing the same clothes, carrying that
same blue water bottle on set, even brown bagging his lunches at times?Choices, I’m sure, that reflect his commitment to simplicity and to reduce his carbon footprint.
Benedict’s charitable works have been well-recorded on this site, so I’m
not going to research it, but when I run across a post about it, I’ll be sure
to reblog for info’s sake.
won’t speak at length about his personal relationships, except to say that’s a
man who loves his wife thoroughly. It would frankly break my heart to learn he
had the same feet of clay of so many other public figures & celebrities in
this regard—what I see tells me he and Sophie have the real thing. And that he
guards his little family’s privacy so jealously is further testament to that.
short, (though this runs long) I trust my eyes & ears, and they tell me to
trust in the public image that is clearly on view. I see a man who gives as much positive energy
to the world as he can, and embraces life with complete joie devivre. And as I believe in the human soul, I see a
most spectacular one that shines luminously, not only enhancing his unique
physical beauty, but reminding me that true good is possible in a world that is
often quite selfish & mean.
could probably go on with dozens of more examples, but let me just finish with
one of my favorite photos of him, which for me reflects (I hope) a bit of what
I’ve written here.
Thank you for your ask–it was a delight to answer! ❤❤❤
“It’s boring in the VIP,” Ladybug moaned, giving an annoyed look at the rich socialites that surrounded them. “Can we go back to the main festival yet?”
“I was ready to sneak back out half an hour ago,” Chat Noir told her with a playful pout, “But someone was too busy with Chloé to give her poor cat any attention.”
“So sorry. Next time I’m being dragged around against my will I’ll make sure I don’t neglect you.” Ladybug deadpanned in response.
“That’s all I ask, my Lady.” Chat beamed. “In such lovely company, even a dull purr-ty like this one can be great.”
“Oh?” Ladybug arched an eyebrow under her mask at that, one corner of her mouth tilting upward in an absolutely sinful smirk. “Then in that case, you better work hard to make sure my eyes stay on you, kitty.”
“A worthy challenge with an priceless prize.” Chat purred back grinning in delight when Ladybug giggled.
“A prize now, am I?” the heroine questioned with a grin. “Well you’re up against some pretty tough competition if that’s what you’re after.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m a tenacious cat.” Chat responded happily, before falling to his knees at Ladybug’s feet, one hand at his heart as the other was held out to her beseechingly.
“What are you doing?” Ladybug asked dryly, ignoring the odd looks they got from the other partygoers. Her partner had done much worse and she didn’t care much what anyone here thought of the two of them, so she couldn’t bring herself to be embarrassed even though she knew it probably looked ridiculous to everyone else.
“Keeping your eyes on me, of course.” Chat answered. “Would my Lady be so kind as to honor her humble cat with a dance?” Ladybug gave a snort at the question, but grinned as she put her hand in Chat’s making his face light up in delight.