what are you saying little man

Striptease

Summary: Sent on a mission with Bucky, you’re a stripper, and he’s your client. What will come of this?

Warnings: Language, mentions of nudity.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by gliceria

Undercover missions with Bucky usually go over without a hitch, but those missions don’t usually involve being a fake stripper, and Bucky being your newest ‘client’. It also doesn’t help that I want this man to fuck my brains out.

So, you could say I’m a little nervous.

“Alright, (Y/N) and Bucky, you get the gist of the mission right?” Bucky nods at his best friend, Steve.

“Yeah punk. Get in, find the sex slaves, free them, and capture the sex trade bosses.” Bucky leans back in his chair.

“And make sure (Y/N) doesn’t get captured or worse.” Steve almost has to remind him that I’m going with him.

“Yeah, I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I know I probably didn’t need to blush, I just can’t help it. He seems to notice it, and throws a wink at me.

I look down towards my hands in my lap, like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I hear a soft smack, then a grunt and it peaks my curiosity enough to make me look up. Bucky is rubbing the back of his head, and Steve is giving him that ‘disappointed dad’ look. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. They both look back up to me, a soft smile on both their lips.

Steve comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Be careful out there, (Y/N).” What did we ever do to deserve Steven Grant Rogers?

“I will, Steve don’t worry about me. Besides, I got Buckaroo over here to keep me safe, right Buck?” He rolls his eyes, he hates the new nickname I’ve given him.

“Not if you keep calling me that.” I laugh again, standing out of my chair.

“I’m going to go finish packing, I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 1 hour Bucky.” He just nods.

-

In my bedroom, 30 minutes later, and still don’t have any idea what I should wear. Nat took me out lingerie shopping last week in preparation for this mission, and I still don’t know what the hell to wear. I don’t need all 30 suits, but I can’t pick just one, they’re all so cute. Pulled out of my train of thought to the sound of someone banging on my door, I walk up to it.

“Coming!” I yell, jogging up to the door. Opening it, I’m met with Bucky. Figures. He’s in black jeans, and a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. He looks fantastic. Don’t be fooled though, he’s still packin’ under those clothes.

“Hour’s almost up, doll. Havin’ troubles?” He walks past me, into my room. I don’t mind though, after all, he’s about to see more intimate parts of me than really anyone ever has. Might as well get used to it.

“I guess you could say that, I don’t know which ones to pick.” He chuckles, and looks over the selection of lingerie I have laid out on the bed. He picks up a hot pink little number, and lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, lingerie sure has changed since I can remember them.” I laugh.

“I’m sure you saw a lot of lingerie , Mr. Barnes.” He turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Was that sarcasm, doll?” He walks up to me, almost predatory. I gulp, shaking my head.

“N-No, I was just kidding.” He laughs, his head rolling back.

“Oh, (Y/N) You’re so easy to scare.” He pats the back of my head, before grabbing several different sets of lingerie and throws them in my over night bag.

“W-Wait, I still don’t know which ones I wa-”

“You’ll look great in any of them, doll. Don’t worry.” Blushing, I follow him outside to the jet. Cap sends us off, and it’s just us once again.

“Aren’t you nervous, Buck?” I find myself pacing back and forth. He turns to look at me from the wheel.

“No.” I don’t know if that simple response was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.

“What if something happens, Bucky? I could be raped, beaten or killed, or all three.” He sets the jet on autopilot and walks over to me, cradling my face in his hands.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.” My face heats up, but a smile comes to my face nonetheless. THAT answer makes me feel better.

“Now go change, put the pink one on, I liked that one the best.” I nod, turning my back to him, but feeling his eyes on me. I just peek at him over my shoulder.

“Sorry, I won’t look.” He goes back to the wheel, leaving me to change in peace.

No turning back now, but with Bucky by my side, I know everything will be alright.

-

We’re a few hours into our mission, and I’ve already seen the poor slaves they keep hostage. Bucky is out in the audience, and we’ve discovered he’s quite popular with the ladies. I should have known he would be, have you seen him? He tries to keep focused on me, all while keeping the girls occupied, don’t want to seem too interested in me.

One of the hosts goes up to Bucky, and I find my breath hitching in my throat.

‘Have we been caught?’ Bucky whispers something to the host, and points at me. As I’m up on the stage, dancing in nothing but a tiny bra and a g-string, the host calls me down off the stage.

“Oy! Candy! Come down here baby, we have a guest who would like your services.” Cany is the name they gave me, and I can’t wait to be rid of it, I don’t like feeling like nothing but a piece of meat for hungry, desperately horny men. I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be stripping.

Swaying my hips off the stage, I walk towards Bucky, who has taken the temporary alias Christian McNealy.

“Candy, baby. This is Mr. McNealy. He has requested the full servise, you know the drill.” I nod, leaning on the wall and smiling at Bucky.

“I know what to do, boss. I’ll take real good care of him…” Walking over to Bucky, and straddling his waist. He smirks and puts his arms around my waist. Boss is still standing there, making sure his customer is happy, so we have to play this to full expectancy.

Bucky smiles, “You gonna take off this pretty little number, sweetheart?” He throws in a brooklyn accent with his acting, although I bet some of it really isn’t acting, as he IS technically from Brooklyn.

“Mmmm, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Reaching behind my back and unsnapping the puny bra, I throw it over my head. My large breasts finally springing free. I am so humiliated, embarrassed and I feel like crying. I never wanted Bucky to see me like this, not like this. Especially with some pervert watching. I can’t let that show though, I would after all rather it be Buck than some other guy I don’t know. Buck pulls me towards him, my breasts pressing against his chest, I guess to shield me from this guy’s wandering eyes. He presses his mouth against mine, our first actual kiss together.

He runs his hands up my back, and kissing me deeper.

“Alright, kids. You two enjoy each other now. You have an hour and a half, Mr. McNealy.” Buck grunts in acknowledgement. After he leaves, and with the press of a button, any cameras that could be watching are disabled, he helps me off his waist, handing me my catsuit he kept tucked in his shirt somewhere. It can be hidden pretty well. Already clad in what I wear in under my catsuit, I throw it on, Bucky handing me a gun and a knife.

“You ready to finish this, doll?” I nod, and we proceed to put an end to this nasty man’s fantasy life.

-

Mission success, as we figured it would be.  The man was honestly so stupid he didn’t see it coming at all.

Steve clears us, and we make our way to our rooms…way too soon if you ask me. I feel like there’s an elephant in the room and I want to address it.

Bucky and I share a floor with Steve and Sam, so at least we’re going to the same place. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to Bucky.

“Look, Buck I-” I’m cut off when Bucky slams the button that stops the elevator and he pushes me back against the wall, lifting me and kissing me hard on the mouth, my legs going around his waist.

“Fuck, (Y/N) I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…:” He speaks after he pulls away, licking his lips.

Staring into his eyes, I find myself smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Oh God I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt this..” He chuckles, holding me close to his warm body. He presses the button to start the elevator again. Setting me down, he looks into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He leans down to kiss me again, but before our lips touch the elevator door’s open and Sam, Nat, Tony and Clint are standing there, smirking.

“It’s about damn time!” Sam crosses his arms, smiling at us.

“So it took her getting naked for you for you to realize you needed to speak up, huh?” Natasha picks on Bucky and he rolls his eyes.

“Заткнись, Романофф”

(Shut up, Romanoff)

He pushes past everyone.

“Excuse us, we have a lot of time to make up for.”

Leaving to his bedroom, we hear a choir of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’

Okay, so maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.

TAGS:  @marvel-fanfiction, @cassandras-musings

Imagine: Helping the Avengers fight demons

Originally posted by robertsdowneystark

When you originally got this mission from Castiel you thought it was going to be solo. Then you found out you had to convince people with already weird lives that they coexist with angels and demons, which is harder than it sounds.

Now, you’ve awaken in a chair with a bunch of interesting characters, to say the least, surrounding you.

“Do you work for Hydra?” the one in the red and gold suit started interrogating you.

“What? Hydra?” you shake your head still feeling a little dazed.

“Then who do you work for then? what do you want?” the one who looked a little too patriotic for the state the country is in said.

You sit up a little more trying to look at everyone else. The once green giant is now a half naked man asking for aspirin while rubbing his head. Blondie over there looked a bit too full of himself for your taste, a live action role player maybe? The ginger looked so amazing that you had to blink twice. The man in front, who you presume doesn’t get to be in front that often, looks like he wants to go home. You take a deep breath.

Keep reading

Omgcp Fic Idea #13

Jack runs a Dungeons and Dragons campaign, and the crew are the players. During the time Jack doesn’t realise he has a crush on Bitty, he’s (a little unfairly) lenient when it comes to the other man. When Shitty brings this up, Jack says simply that Bitty is new to the game and deserves some slack.

When Jack does realise the crush, he is hopeless at flirting with Bitty. So what does he do? He flirts in the game ‘cause DnD is the second thing he’s best at. Every non player character that comes up always has a line for Bitty’s character. 'It would be my pleasure to help you all. Maybe I can help someone more than the others (clearly directed at Bits’ character). I can offer you all a meal but hopefully I can satisfy that ones’ appetite even more’
(Maybe Jack wouldn’t say something so forthright but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

And when Bitty (in character) flirts back, the other boys share looks with each other and wonder what is actually role playing and what is real.

When our boys are finally together, it is so bad. 'Why does Bitty get a discount on the healing potions, brah? I rolled a 14 on my persuasion!’
'Oh, so it’s okay when HE rolls to seduce the guard but when I try to seduce an enchanted DOOR it’s like-’

The hell is real. So. Many. Heart. Eyes.

And many fines.

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Be my saviour and I'll be your downfall - Chapter 10 - PunkyNemo (TheVampireCat) - Daredevil (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Karen Page/Frank Castle
Daredevil (TV series)
Mature audiences
Ballads for a dead man series, part three
Chapter 10/?: Tell me what you’re needing, give into your bleeding

“I’m here,” she says. “I’m here with you after all this. After everything. And that’s real. That’s important.”

She’s not sure what she expected. Relief, tears, maybe even more rage - at himself, at the world. But Frank Castle never does what anyone expects. Until he does.

He looks at her for a long time, his thumb tracing the contours of her cheek, her brow, fingers gentle on her jaw like he’s trying to learn her lines, learn the shape and feel of her. And he’s frowning like he’s not sure what any of this means and he’s trying to find an answer that’s just not there. That’ll never be there.

He’s very close to her, so close she can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the sheen of saliva on his lips. He wants to kiss her. She knows this. It doesn’t take much to figure it out. He wants to kiss her long and hard and deep like he did before he left. He wants to touch her and taste her and drown in her. And she wants that too. She wants it so much that she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to stop when it happens.

Doesn’t know if that’s a bad thing either.

It seems like ages before his speaks, like they’ve been sitting there for decades staring at one another, his hands on her head, hers on his heart.

“This is about you from now on,” he says solemnly. “Know that.”

So I kept my promise and updated quickly. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I really enjoyed writing it.

1. How many characters do you have?

3, I believe. 1 Sith Warrior, 1 Jedi Knight, 1 Bounty Hunter

2. What is your favorite class and why? And/or list the player classes in order of most -> least favorite

Oh man, I couldn’t do the whole list. I don’t know them well enough. But suffice to say that I love the Sith Warrior story very dearly for many reasons I’ll be happy to put somewhere else if asked lmao. It’ll always be top of the list for me

3. Do you prefer to tank, DPS, or heal?

I have little experience, but what I do have, I enjoyed healing. Fuck if i know why

4. What is your favorite player combat ability?

Anything that sends everything flying regardless of damage it actually does because I have no chill and love destroying things

5. Favorite advanced class and discipline?

Fuck if I know - you’ll find out why shortly

6. Do you primarily play Republic, Empire, or a mix of both sides? Is there a specific reason for this preference?

Empire. Because the Empire owns my ass and I’m a narcissistic little shit who loves being addressed as ‘My Lord’ all the god damn time

anonymous asked:

This man on twitter who goes to set names Larry says he saw and heard that the little girl is Hook's daughter?

Larry?  Seriously?  I haven’t heard anything from him in ages.  Although he’s really not a fan of Jen and is a total asshole, so I wouldn’t believe a word he says.  Also, I went through his twitter and couldn’t find him saying anything like what you claim.  All he’s been saying is shit about Jen, so I wouldn’t believe anything he says.

Keep this in mind the next time you are about to repeat a rumor or spread gossip.

In ancient Greece (469 – 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom. One day an acquaintance ran up to him excitedly and said, “Socrates, do you know what I just heard about Diogenes?”

“Wait a moment,” Socrates replied, “Before you tell me I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”

“Triple filter?” asked the acquaintance.

“That’s right,” Socrates continued, “Before you talk to me about Diogenes let’s take a moment to filter what you’re going to say. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”

“No,” the man said, “Actually, I just heard about it.”

“All right,” said Socrates, “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about Diogenes something good?”

“No, on the contrary…”

“So,” Socrates continued, “You want to tell me something about Diogenes that may be bad, even though you’re not certain it’s true?”

The man shrugged, a little embarrassed. Socrates continued, “You may still pass the test though, because there is a third filter, the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about Diogenes going to be useful to me?”

“No, not really.”

“Well,” concluded Socrates, “If what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me or anyone at all?”

The man was bewildered and ashamed. This is an example of why Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.

It also explains why Socrates never found out that Diogenes was banging his wife.

i laugh whenever people make mr. darcy out to be the ultimate heartthrob, because let me remind you this man’s talents amount to gushing about his little sister when literally no one asked, not socializing at parties, insulting the people he likes as well as their loved ones, probably saying “thank you” to the bus driver (that one’s good, at least), randomly jumping into lakes whenever he’s in a particularly angsty mood, sulking in the background while his one friend socializes with someone else, ruining his and everyone else’s personal relationships, and making what should go down in history as the Worst Marriage Proposal Ever™

Best lines taken out of context from Gem Harvest

“Well then, what’s the point of corn?!”

“Garnet says not to lick stuff I find on the ground, but this is for a good cause.”

“A hobo is a man’s job!”

“Greg, you little turd.”

“You’re not big, I’m just saying ‘you’re tall,” not— you know.”

-“She works out.“
-"Yeah I’ll bet.”

“Why don’t we all marry each other!”

“Sorry for your marriage!”

“That’s what we forgot! More cooking oil.”

“This table has corn. And it’s beautiful. And we’ll defend it!”

“Why don’t you put the corn in a mirror for a thousand years and then see how it feels about the table?“

  • Them: So what are your favorite musicals?
  • Me: Oh well I'd probably have to say Rent, Into the Woods, Sunday in the Park with George, Merrily We Roll Along, Phantom Of The Opera, Les Misérables, Assassins, Parade, The Light in the Piazza, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Saturday Night, The Bridges of Madison County, Gypsy, If/Then, A Little Night Music, Once, Sweet Charity, Follies, Evening Primrose, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, Passion, Gutenberg The Musical, Carousel, The Drowsy Chaperone, Hairspray, West Side Story, Legally Blonde, A Funny Thing Happened On The Way to The Forum, Children of Eden, 1776, You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown, The Visit, Annie Get Your Gun, Summer of ‘42, Falsettos, James and the Giant Peach, The King and I, Avenue Q, Gigi, An American in Paris, Next To Normal, Newsies, Thoroughly Modern Millie, Chicago, The Book Of Mormon, Company, Grey Gardens, Nice Work If You Can Get It, Hadestown, Ghost, The Magic Show, The Producers, Lazarus, The Color Purple, Grease, The Wi, Urinetown, Jersey Boys, Dear Evan Hansen, Mamma Mia, The Wild Party, Newsies, Brooklyn Crush, The Bandstand, Dames At Sea, Oklahoma!, Elegies for Angels, Punks & Raging Queens, Oliver, The Sound of Music, Sweeney Todd, Wicked, Marry Me A Little, Waitress, Do I Hear A Waltz?, Rocky Horror, The Last Five Years, The Civil War, Beautiful, On A Clear Day You Can See Forever, Shuffle Along, Cinderella, Bonnie & Clyde, South Pacific, Matilda, Spring Awakening, Kiss Me Kate, Fun Home, Hands On A Hardbody, The Lion King, Heathers The Musical, Aladdin, La Cage Aux Folles, Elegies, Shrek, Guys & Dolls, Kinky Boots, The Little Mermaid, Something Rotten, Pacific Overtures, The Robber Bridegroom, Reefer Madness, Godspell, Tick Tick Boom, Sister Act, Brooklynite, A Gentlemen’s Guide To Love and Murder, Me & My Girl, Side Show, Evita, The Great Comet, In The Heights, Bare, The Secret Garden, Lady Day, LoveMusik, Fiorello, In Trousers, Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, I Love You Because, Sunset Boulevard, A New Brain, 110 In The Shade, A Little Princess, Camelot, Pippin, Jesus Christ Superstar, A Chorus Line, Love Labour’s Lost, The Baker’s Wife, Fiddler On The Roof, Violet, Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, Rocky, Dreamgirls, Miss Saigon, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Tenderloin, How To Suceed in Business Without Really Trying, I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change, 42nd Street, Heathers, The Story of My Life, Annie, Monty Python’s Spamalot, Anyone Can Whistle, On The Town, Ragtime, Now. Here. This., Porgy and Bess, The Music Man, 9 to 5, Babes In Arms, Chaplin, A Man of No Importance, Brooklyn, On The Twentieth Century, Hello, Dolly!, Finding Neverland, Catch Me If You Can, She Loves Me, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Victor/Victoria, The Wedding Singer, Bright Star, Footloose, Beauty and the Beast, Funny Girl, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Jekyll & Hyde, Cabaret, Chess, Legally Blonde, Mary Poppins, My Fair Lady, Seussical, Dogfight... and what's that other one called? Oh yeah, and Hamilton.
  • Them: (left 15 minutes ago)

People keep saying that Harry being a Horcrux excuses or at least somewhat affected the way they treated him, because Horcruxes make you crazy mad at everything and super depressed. What I think is astounding is that Harry lived with the Horcrux inside him for 16 fucking years. He even carried two or more at a time with little to no ill effects. How fucking strong is he mentally that he can carry that weight and still be the kind person that he is throughout the series.

Harry fuckin’ Potter man. He’s strong as fuck.

What was really going down outside the Jeep
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Stiles:</b> *is giving an incredibly beautiful and heartbreaking speech to Lydia about what she means to him and what he wants her to remember about him*<p/><b>Ghost Rider 1:</b> *waiting outside the Jeep* So, shouldn't we be taking him right now?<p/><b>Ghost Rider 2:</b> *also waiting outside Jeep* *looks through window and sees stydia talking* Not yet. This is the good part.<p/><b>Ghost Rider 1:</b> ???<p/><b>Ghost Rider 3:</b> *watching Stydia with heart eyes* They're so beautiful.<p/><b>Stiles:</b> Remember I love you.<p/><b>All 3 Ghost Riders:</b> *sigh*<p/><b>Ghost Rider 2:</b> Okay. Take him now.<p/><b>Ghost Rider 1:</b> That seems a little cruel man. He did just say he loves her.<p/><b>Ghost Rider 2:</b> Um, we're not the good guys.<p/><b>Ghost Rider 1:</b> Oh yeah lol. Rip him out the car.<p/><b>Ghost Rider 3:</b> *still has heart eyes* *rips Stiles out of the car* So beautiful.<p/><b>Stiles:</b> ???<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
i'm not even gonna say rest in peace because it’s bigger than death. i never met the man (i was too nervous the one time i saw him) and i never saw him play live, regrettably. i only know the legends I’ve heard from folks and what i’ve heard and seen from his deep catalog of propellant, fearless, virtuosic work. my assessment is that he learned early on how little value to assign to someone else’s opinion of you.. an infectious sentiment that seemed soaked into his clothes, his hair, his walk, his guitar and his primal scream. he wrote my favorite song of all time, ‘when you were mine’. it’s a simple song with a simple melody that makes you wish you thought of it first, even though you never would have - a flirtatious brand of genius that feels approachable.  he was a straight black man who played his first televised set in bikini bottoms and knee high heeled boots, epic. he made me feel more comfortable with how i identify sexually simply by his display of freedom from and irreverence for obviously archaic ideas like gender conformity etc. he moved me to be more daring and intuitive with my own work by his demonstration - his denial of the prevailing model...his fight for his intellectual property - ‘slave’ written across the forehead, name changed to a symbol... an all out rebellion against exploitation. A vanguard and genius by every metric I know of who affected many in a way that will outrun oblivion for a long while. I’m proud to be a Prince fan(stan) for life.

What if your life was a TV show. And you had a whole fandom. What if people shipped you with your friends or your crushes. There was merch of things you say and head cannons. People loved your little quirks and ticks. “Omg or like when they bite their lip when they’re nervous” “what about the way they smile when *insert name* talks to them? They are so in love.” Imagine Tumblr accounts dedicated to you, people loved the way you said things or did things. That would be awesome

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - Damian Wayne x Batmom

Prompt: You know the song I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus? Pretty much what the title says with Damian being shocked to see Batmom kissing “Santa Bruce Wayne Claus”.

“Damian, sweetie, what are you doing?” You asked looking suspiciously as you observed Damian setting up a dangerous looking bear trap in the fireplace. As a parent you figured you should at least a little bit worried, as Batmom though little surprised you anymore.

“I’m protecting us from unwanted intruders.” He answered simply, not bothering to stop setting the trap or at the very least act like he should be hiding what he was trying to do.

“Protect us from who?” You asked.

“The supposed magic fat man who breaks into homes through the chimney. He won’t be getting into this home.” Damian said with fierce determination. You racked your mind on how to possibly rein in this situation.

“You mean Santa Claus?” You asked.

“Yes. He will pay dearly for breaking and entering into our home.” He said threateningly.

“Sweetie, Santa leaves presents. He doesn’t have any ill intentions when he comes into houses.”

“It’s about the principle mother! He has no right!” Damian said righteously. And to think you thought Damian didn’t believe in Santa Claus …

When night fell and all the boys went to bed you went down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when you ran into Santa Claus himself. You smiled fondly at Bruce while he set presents under the tree in a bright red suit.

“I’d watch where you step if I were you. Damian took … precautions.” You cautioned him, leaning against the doorframe as you slowly sipped your water.

“Believe me, I know. I had to disable a trip wire connected to the trigger of a crossbow.” Bruce chuckled setting the bag of presents down and walking over to wrap his arms around your waist.

“You should have at least triggered a few of them. An arrow imbedding in the wall or some spilled blood will go a long way to keep Damian’s belief alive.” You joked poking him in the side.

“Duly noted.” He grumbled. You smiled warmly at him before being overcome by a deep yawn.

“Come to bed soon? Knowing Dick, it’ll be an early morning.”

“Go ahead and go to bed. I’ll only be a few more minutes.” Bruce encouraged gently.

“Alright.” You agreed reaching up to press a kiss onto Bruce’s cheek. “Merry Christmas, Santa.” You said playfully. Bruce smirked and tilted his head slightly so that your lips met. You giggled lightly at the feeling of his fake beard scratching your face.

“Intruder!” Damian’s voice shouted out furiously from the stair case. “Get your hands off my mother!” He snarled, charging at ‘Santa’ with his sword raised. Bruce sent you a quick wink before throwing down a smoke bomb and disappearing to goodness knows where.

“Coward!” Damian shouted into the emptiness of the room, hoping that the intruder would show his face and battle him. When it was clear that wouldn’t happen Damian rushed over to your side.

“Did he hurt you? I swear I will hunt him down if he hurt you!” Damian promised. You gently laughed and hugged him to you, your fierce over-protective son.

“I’m fine, sweetie. Let’s go back to bed.” You said, already leading him towards his room. “No buts.” You said firmly when he looked like he wanted to argue. He let you lead him back to his room but stopped you in front of you and Bruce’s door.

“I’m staying with you tonight, Mother. I won’t let him hurt you.” He insisted. You smiled fondly at him and gently ran your fingers through his hair. From the look in his eyes he wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

“My hero.” You smiled genuinely and opened the door to your room. Luckily Bruce lay “sleeping” in the bed, appearing to never have left. Oh you’re good …

Smiling to yourself you crawled into bed with Damian not far behind you, falling asleep between you and Bruce. It would seem that Damian scared the intruder Santa off because he quickly fell asleep and didn’t wake up until early the next morning when Dick bounded in during his rounds to wake everyone up.  

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Multifandom Challenge  ||  21/100 Characters  ||  Balthier
↳   “I hope you haven’t forgotten my role in this little story. I’m the leading man. You know what they say about the leading man: he never dies.”

We just played it for her [Taylor Swift] when we finished it and she was really, really excited. We said ‘hey, we’re not just going to blab this that you wrote this immediately.’ She said, ‘you know what? That’s the greatest honor as a songwriter that you can give me is that you don’t want anyone to know that I wrote this.’ We knew that we would tell eventually, and it was a hard question to dodge for awhile, and the only reason we didn’t say is because we wanted you to hear the song for what it’s worth and it’s a beautiful song. And at her heart, she is biggest pop star in the world, but she’s a songwriter from Nashville, Tennessee. She likes to tell a story and we didn’t want you to have any subtext there other than to hear the song and we did that.
—  Little Big Town on not revealing who wrote ‘Better Man’ until the song was released.
FUCKING WALNUT TREE

For those of you who are a little confused, a bit about Harry and RBB.

Last year (around 16 december 2015) the rbb/sbb twitter account posted this:

14 december 2016, we got this tweet and photo:

as far as I know, we were mostly joking about this and laughing at his “Can you help me find a job?” comment. Then, a few days later (20 december 2016), Harry showed up in a beary warm coat:

hence a flood of RBB jokes, because ha.

Two days later, Harry shows up at The Bear’s Head Inn:

At this point we were all joking about “nut tree”, a thing that happened at an otra show in Dublin on october 17th 2015, where rbb and sbb were absent, but this was there:

 AND TODAY, the 23rd of december, 2016, Harry Rbb Styles shows up here:

Fucking Walnut Tree. Right. (I’m probably missing stuff and then there’s also the bonus of rbb showing up with military gear, and hey, guess who turns out to be starring in a war movie…but yes)  either way, WHAT A COINCIDENCES

WWE Warforged Wrestling Entertainment

CONTEXT: 4 man party into a corroded farmhouse turned swamp with a plant that hosted corpses nearby. After making constant dex saves and plowing through doors. I’m playing a warforged paladin with built in armor that weighs a little under 800 pounds. What happens next may not be expected

DM: You make your way down the stairs first, testing the strength of each step beneath your weight. Make a dex save every 5 feet down.

Warforged(me): *rolls above 10 most of the way down* Not to worry citizens, I will give my life before you!

Rogue: What if that thing controlling the corpses is causing this house to crumble?

DM: You hear an eerie screech echoing from somewhere below you.

Warforged (OOC): Now you’ve done it…

DM: Everyone make a dex reflex save

Rogue: *rolls 12*

Ranger: *rolls 14*

Wizard: *rolls 4*

Warforged: *rolls 20*

DM: Both the (Rogue) and (Ranger) keep their balance, however (Wizard) starts to tumble into the now gaping hole in the center of the main hall. (Warforged) as you rolled quite high and are near him I’ll give you a free action before the encounter.

Warforged: (OOC) I wish to push past (Wizard) and elbow drop into the hole.

DM: Okay, roll me an acrobatics check

Warforged: *rolls 20 again*

DM: Oh.. uuh okay, you make a great leap crushing the wood boards behind you. Elbow out, diving towards the gaping hole…

Warforged (OOC): I wish to start playing “Electrifying” out of my voice synthesizer.

DM: As you turn on your mysterious new aged robot music the screeching from the basement of the farmhouse is soon replaced by a large splatter followed by “DO YOU SMELL, WHAT (Warforged) IS COOKIIIIING?”

Rogue (OOC): I’m never playing with you again…

Ranger (OOC): And not experience the first wrestler of the Warforged Wrestling Entertainment world?!

Highlights of Regarding Dean
  • Dean and the bunny (#GiveDeanWinchesterABunny2K17)
  • “And B, I can still kick your ass” (always love brothers being brothers)
  • Jensen’s acting
  • Dean not remembering what key is the Impala’s one (tbh it broke my heart a little a lot)
  • Dean naming all the things in the room to prove that he’s alright
  • “This is a…light stick”
  • Dean trying to read lips
  • “I know how to shoot a gun?!”
  • “We kinda sound like heroes to me.”
  • (just think a little about the implication of this sentence and you’ll cry)
  • Dean commenting on Rowena’s hair
  • Basically Dean being so damn adorable
  • Sam putting notes on EVERYTHING
  • Mr. Ackles’s acting
  • Jared’s acting too (because everything this man can say with his eyes wow)
  • Sam caring and worrying so much
  • The BM scene in the bathroom
  • Sam almost crying because he can’t bear to see his brother losing everything he is
  • The mirror scene
  • The mirror scene
  • The mirror scene
  • JENSEN
  • Dean calling Sam’s name because he hears him being hurt even though he has forgotten his own name  
  • The notes “OPEN ME” and “NO!” on the grenade launcher and “THIS GUN!”
  • Dean holding the “witch killing bullets” note with one hand and his gun with the other (if you pause at this moment he’s so freaking sexy)
  • Sam pointing to himself and saying “brother” and then to the witch and saying “witch”
  • Jared’s acting 
  • “It was us, it was we do, you know; all of it.”
  • Jensen Ross Ackles


That, right there, was my good old Supernatural.