Summary: The Red Wedding happened a week ago. Your boss, Petyr, insists on celebrating the men who “won” this victory, the Red Kings, an assassination group run by the sour-looking Roose Bolton. You, one of Petyr’s favorites, is tasked to find out more about these Red Kings. Who are they? Who are their clients? Who is next?You’re very good at what you do until you meet him. What do you do? Girls like you can’t fall in love. Does the Pretty Bird fly away with him? Or does she ruin the Bloody Bastard and everything he has?
You opened the door to the Bird Cage to find a mixture of chaos and order. Boxes were stacked in various piles. Furniture was moved around in separate corners. You stepped on a piece of moving tape that was connected to a box that was labeled ‘Kitchen’.
Quickly, you carried your bags to your room. Other favorites had their doors open and boxes outside their door. You heard a squeal behind you. Arms flung around you and held you tightly.
“You’re alive!” Ros yelled into your ear. “Thank God! I thought the assassin prince was going to kill you or hurt you.”
“He didn’t,” you replied. “He wouldn’t hurt me.” Ros made a face at you.
When is it time to bail? (Until December, of course)
I came into The Force Awakens in an almost perfectly unspoiled state, and it was wonderful. Since I’ve immersed myself so deeply in fandom in the months afterwards, there’s a lot I already know (or have guessed) about The Last Jedi. The new Entertainment Weekly coverage of TLJ feels revealing enough that I’m wondering if the moment has arrived to bail out of the Star Wars fandom until the film is released in December.
How are others handling this? Is it possible to participate in fandom without spoiling big chunks of the story?
If I disappear, it’s not because I don’t care; it’s because I’m so excited about the next chapter, I don’t want it ruined before I get to experience it in the theater.
I DON’T WANT TO GET ALL TOUGH ON YOU BUT A GIRL’S GOTTA DO WHAT A GIRL’S GOTTA DO
I DON’T WANT TO SEE NONE OF THIS “I’M STARTING TO GIVE UP ON TAYLOR EVER NOTICING ME” OR “I’M STARTING TO ACCEPT I’LL NEVER MEET HER”
I’M HAVING NONE OF IT
I WANT YOU TO CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE TAYLOR STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU. YEP, RIGHT THERE. NOW IMAGINE HER TELLING YOU SHE LOVES OF. YEP, “I LOVE YOU BUDDY”, IMAGINE IT. NOW THINK ABOUT HUGGING HER. YOU HEARD ME! THINK ABOUT HER LEANING IN, WRAPPING HER ARMS AROUND YOU AND SQUEEZING YOU SO TIGHT.
FEEL THAT? THAT FEELING OF WARMTH AND JOY AND HAPPINESS? YEP, TAYLOR WANTS THAT AS MUCH AS YOU DO. SHE WANTS TO BE ABLE TO LOOK YOU IN THE EYE AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING HER. SHE WANTS TO MEET YOU. SHE WANTS TO SHOW YOU LOVE. AND SHE IS DOING THE BEST SHE CAN TO SHOW EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US THAT.
SO LET’S IMAGINE EVERYTHING I JUST WENT THROUGH AGAIN, OKAY? THAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU. DO NOT GIVE UP HOPE. DO NOT THINK IT TAYLOR WILL NEVER WRAP HER ARMS AROUND YOU AND MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE THE MOST LOVED PERSON ON THE ENTIRE PLANET. IT WILL HAPPEN. REPEAT AFTER ME; I WILL HAVE MY MOMENT WITH TAYLOR.
I CAN’T TELL YOU WHEN OR WHERE OR HOW OR WHAT WILL HAPPEN BUT I PROMISE YOU YOUR TIME WILL COME. YOU’LL GET TO MAKE AN AWKWARD FOOL OUT OF YOURSELF IN FRONT OF YOUR IDOL JUST AS SO MANY OF US ALREADY HAVE. YOU’LL HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO LOOK BACK AT THE TIME YOU MET TAYLOR SWIFT AND REGRET EVERYTHING YOU SAID BECAUSE YOU WERE AN IDIOT AND COULDN’T GATHER YOUR WORDS. YOU WILL HAVE A PHOTO WITH YOUR FAVOURITE HUMAN EVER AND MAKE IT EVERY SINGLE PROFILE PHOTO ON EVERY SINGLE ACCOUNT EVER.
BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THIS. TAYLOR SEES YOU. SHE LOVES YOU. AND IF IT HASN’T HAPPENED FOR YOU YET, YOUR TIME IS STILL TO COME.
Tbf Lena Luthor has been gay ever since she was a read head named Tess Mercer. I mean, Lois and the maids outfit? Cassidy Freeman sure as hell wasn’t playing her straight and Katie is just following canon at this point
“Feminist: A person who believes in the social, political, and economic
equality of all genders, regardless of race, ethnicity, socioeconomic class,
religion, ability and sexual orientation.”
I am a feminist because I am too scared to walk alone at night.
I am a feminist because I got lined up in a classroom in order
of who had the nicest arse, aged thirteen, by all the boys in the class.
I am a feminist because everyone asks me if I’m feeling OK on
the days I don’t wear makeup.
I am a feminist because a man I was managing was paid the same as me.
I am a feminist because every girl I know was sexually harassed
before the age of sixteen.
I am a feminist because women write insightful and beautiful
books about relationships and they’re labelled chick lit. I am a feminist
because men write insightful and beautiful books about relationships and get
longlisted for the Booker prize.
I am a feminist because 50% of the films nominated for Best
Picture Academy Awards did not pass the simple Bechdel test.
I am a feminist because whenever I watch a movie, music video,
or open a magazine, I feel instantly insecure about my body.
I am a feminist because my two-year-old niece pointed to a
picture of a blue hat in a book and said, “Boy’s hat”.
I am a feminist because I am regularly interrupted by men
whenever I dare to open my mouth.
I am a feminist because when I do mixed-sex school visits, the
girls never, ever put their hand up to ask a question. But, when it’s just
girls, we usually have to leave extra time for questions.
I am a feminist because I feel I need to hide my tampon up my
sleeve on the way to the toilet.
I am a feminist because teenage boys come up to me at events
and ask if they’re “allowed” to read my books.
I am a feminist for all the boys I supported, working at a
charity, who would rather harm themselves than cry.
I am a feminist because my wonderful, caring, brilliant
feminist father has still never cleaned a toilet in his life.
I am a feminist because this is only the tip of it. The tip of
it in my privileged, first-world, pale-skinned, straight, fully-abled
I am feminist for all the women for whom it is unimaginably
harder than it is for me.
I am a feminist because I am angry and exhausted and terrified
and frustrated and confused. And even though it’s so much harder to fight, so
much easier to roll over, I am a feminist because… how can you not be a
I am a feminist for all the things I’m damaged by that I don’t
want to share here today.
I am a feminist. And I’m not saying that to make you feel
guilty and defensive. I’m not saying that because I think you’re a bad person.
I’m not saying that because I hate half of the human population and want them
I am saying that because I believe every human being should
have an equal shot at a healthy and happy life, no matter what body they are
born into. And that’s not going to happen unless we fight, unless we speak up,
unless we occasionally make people feel uncomfortable, unless we – at the very
freaking least – TRY.
A/N: Hey everyone. I had this idea for a long time and finally decided to write this. Hope you enjoy this. ;)
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Requests are open.
Every member of the Avengers team, has a turn to make dinner for a night, but somehow when it’s Tony’s turn, he usually orders take out, because he is “to busy” to cook.
Tonight it was Natasha’s turn to make dinner with the assistance of Wanda. They were making Spaghetti and meatballs. Most of the Avengers were in the kitchen already and dinner was nearly prepared.
“Someone needs to set the table,” Natasha muttered to herself. She saw Thor, Steve,Tony, Bruce, Clint and Vision huddled up discussing something by the looks on their faces -serious.
“Can you guys…”
“We’re busy,” said Clint quickly.
Natasha rolled her eyes. That left Bucky and Sam. They sat at the dining table that they moved to the kitchen earlier, because everyone complained how cold the dining hall is.
“One of you boys can set the table and the other one can go tell (Y/N) food’s ready.
” I’ll go call her, I was on my way to my room anyways,“ said Bucky hastily.
"Good. Sam you can get the plates and the cutlery ready.”
Sam groaned and shot Bucky a cold look as he stood up. Bucky laughed at Sam and left the the kitchen.
Your room was right opposite Bucky’s room. Bucky rushed into his room, he quickly put on some cologne and closed the door behind him.
He ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat, but before he could knock, he heard a very odd sound coming from your room. You moaned. His brows furrowed. At first Bucky thought you were in pain, but then he heard…
“Oh yes that feels so good.” When he realized what you were doing behind that door, he knew he should walk away, but your moans and your next words rooted him to the spot.
“Just like that Bucky!” Bucky’s frown turned into a smirk. You were pleasuring yourself while thinking of him.
You moaned again. Bucky’s half hard cock was straining against his jeans that became painfully tight as he listened to your moans. He threw his head back against the door as he rubbed his aching bulge through his jeans. He pictured you on your bed, hair splayed out around you, your beautiful mouth slightly parted as your hand moved through your wet folds, touching yourself.
The moans stopped and Bucky heard footsteps nearing the door. He made a run for it. He returned to the kitchen and sat back in his seat, everyone was eating already.
“Buck!” Steve yelled.
Steve snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Did you call (Y/N)?” Steve asked.
“Yeah, I think she was in the shower. Probably didn’t hear me calling her.”
A few minutes later you walked into the kitchen and took the empty seat between Thor and Vision.
“Sorry I’m late. I was umm…”
“In the shower. Bucky told us,” said Steve.
Shocked you looked at Bucky who had a smug smile on his face. Your cheeks were a brilliant shade of red. You nodded at Steve. You turned your attention to the plate of spaghetti in front of you.
“(Y/N) you okay? You seem a bit flushed,” Natasha said.
“It was probably the hot water,” you lied.
“By the way,” Tony said turning to you.
“You and Barnes are going to clean up after dinner, because the two of you were the last to come to the table.”
You didn’t eat much. You kept on wondering if Bucky might have heard you, because you weren’t exactly quiet.
‘He doesn’t even like you like that, you probably ruined your friendship,’ you thought to yourself.
After dinner only you and Bucky remained in the kitchen, tidying up. The awkward silence continued. You finally decided that you don’t want him to be this uncomfortable around you, so you spoke up.
“Bucky?” he turned to you
You took a deep breath. Here it goes…
“Buck I’m so sorry what you’ve heard. I’ll totally understand if you don’t want to hang out…”
You were cut short by Bucky’s lips as his mouth crashed onto yours roughly. You were shocked for a moment, but then you relaxed into the kiss. He pushed you back against the wall. It was all tongue and teeth. The kiss was rough and you enjoyed every part of especially when he bit your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth and pulled him by his shirt closer to you.
You both let go of each other. He looked into your eyes, finding only lust. His thick muscled arms trapped you. He was so close tomyou that you could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“When you touched yourself, did you think of me?”
You nodded. You bit your lip while your big innocent eyes were locked on him.
“Did it make you wet?”
“Yes Bucky,” you moaned.
“God you’re killing me baby girl.”
“What are you gonna do about it soldier?”
He growled at the nickname you gave him. You squealed as he picked you up with his metal arm and threw you over his shoulder.
“I’ll show you.” He carried you out of the kitchen to his room.
When you entered his room, he pressed you up against the door.
“Finally,” he muttered as his lips crashed onto your once again. His skilled hands grabbed your behind, while you pulled on his locks. He moaned into your mouth, obviously liking you tug on his hair. He released you. You pulled your shirt over your head and pulled your shorts down too. He did the same. His eyes traveled down to the valley of your breasts, which looked incredible in the sheer black lacy bra that matched your black panties. He undid his jeans dropping it to the floor. The outline of his hard cock was visible through his briefs.
You dropped to your knees in front of Bucky looking up at him while you tugged his briefs down his toned thighs. His cock stood proud and hard against his abdomen.
“See what you do to me doll,” Bucky muttered. You gently grasped his impressive length in your hand, slowly pumping him. He closed his eyes as he relished in the sensation. The tip of his cockhead that looked almost purple, was dripping with precum. You gathered some onto your thumb and brought it to your mouth, looking up at Bucky, wide eyed and innocent as you sucked. He groaned at your actions. This must have been the most erotic thing he has ever seen. You closed your eyes as you savoured the taste of his salty cum. Bucky tasted delicious and you wanted more.
You brought your mouth to the tip, giving him small kitten licks. Your tongue circled around his engorged head, earning a moan from him. Your mouth closed around him, sucking while taking him deeper. His hands worked through your hair as you bobbed your head up and down his length until he hit the back of your throat. Bucky held your head firmly, before letting go of you. You looked up at him, your brows furrowed. A layer of sweat was embedded on his broad chest.
“If you don’t stop now, I’m not gonna last doll,” Bucky said exasperated. You let go of him as he pulled you to your feet. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting it drop to the floor. His thumbs brushed over your hard nipples, hardening under his touch as he kneaded your soft and tender flesh.
“Bucky,” you moaned as he leaned down and took your erect nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, biting gently and then doing the same to the other. He turned you around, making you move backwards. You felt the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed. Bucky pushed you down gently. He crawled onto the bed, moving between your legs.
He kissed his way up from your knees to your thighs, biting and sucking, leaving marks all over you, claiming you. His face was inches from your clothed heat. He flattened his tongue and licked at the damp spot on your lacy panties. You moaned out squirming to get more friction. He ripped your underwear from your body, tossing it into the far corner of his room.
With his flesh hand he held your labia open as his eyes feast over your wet cunt. He blew lightly on your clit making you squirm even more. He smiled up at you. You glanced down at Bucky through hooded eyes, breathing heavily, aching for him. One of his metal fingers were probing your entrance, slowly moving in and out, in and out. The coldness of his metal hand felt good on your hot cunt. Bucky was moving agonizingly slow.
“Bucky,” you whined. You were a total hot mess. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, your cheeks were a bright pink and your breathing was uneven. He chucked against your pussy, making it vibrate. He drove his tongue into your wetness. You screamed out his name as his tongue explored your wet folds skillfully, while he finger fucked you with two of his metal fingers.
“More Bucky!” He obliged by entering a third finger, stretching you. He sucked on your throbbing clit. You arched your back into his mouth, humping his face. Every time his fingers reached your g-spot you screamed. He felt your walls clench around his fingers, nearing your orgasm.
“Come for me (Y/N).” His mouth latched onto your clit once more, making your hips buck as you came with his name on your lips. You clawed at the sheets as your body trembled.
He crawled up to meet your lips in a fierce kiss. He moaned against your lips as you raked your nails across his bare chest.
“I need you Bucky. I need you to fill me up so bad right now,” you whined as you felt his erection against your heat. You ground your hips causing him to growl and push your knees apart.
“So wet for me,” he said. A low and dangerous tone to his voice. His dark eyes glinting with desire. With one push he was fully inside you. You cried out as his thickness stretched you.
“Oh James you fill me up so good.” Bucky bit down onto your shoulder as he began to move.
“You’re so fucking tight. Shit!” He pulled out and plunged back in. His cock hitting all your right places, making you writhe beneath him. You were in heaven, until you felt Bucky stop moving and pull out. He pumped himself while he looked straight into your eyes.
“Turn over for me babygirl.” You did what he asked, lowering your back and sticking your ass in the air. With one swift move he was back in your pussy, pounding away mercilessly. You screamed Bucky’s name over and over, like it was the only word you knew.
“You like me fucking you like this doll?”
“We’re like animals, and you’re my bitch in heat!” He said through gritted teeth.
“Yes Bucky yes!” You cried out, not caring if the others in the tower heard you. He leaned over your back, took hold of your chin and kissed you hard, while he drilled you into the mattress.
“Harder Sergeant!” His hands dug into your hips, painfully, but you didn’t mind, the pleasure was overwhelming. He pulled you up by your shoulders that you were in his lap, bouncing up and down his cock.
“I’m close doll. Come with me,” he said in ragged breaths as his thrusts became harder, but more sloppier. You felt the familiar tightening in your abdomen and Bucky felt you clench around his cock.
“I’m coming!” You screamed as the pleasure hit you wave after wave. You felt Bucky twitch inside you and release his seed inside, coating your walls. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, while he whispered your name over and over in your ear as pleasure overtook him. Bucky pecked your neck and shoulders with kisses.
After a few moments, he had enough strength to pull out of you. The both of you fell back on the bed, cuddled up in each others arms.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” You nodded.
“Definitely.” He kissed the top of your head.
“Sleep well doll.”
The next morning rapid knocking woke the both of you. Bucky grumbled and dropped his head back on the pillow, pulling you closer to him. Just then you realized someone was knocking on your door across the hall. You jumped up and threw on Bucky’s shirt that covered everything that needed to be covered.
You opened the door to find Tony knocking on your bedroom door angrily. He turned around and noticed you in Bucky’s shirt, emerging from Bucky’s room. His eyes wide when he came to grips with reality.
“No,” he said, as he bursted out laughing.
“When I got to the kitchen this morning it looked like a wreck, so I came to look for you to check why the kitchen wasn’t clean, but I didn’t expect this,” Tony said laughing harder.
You crossed your arms. You felt Bucky behind you. He rolled his eyes s Tony kept on laughing, all his anger forgotten.
“Grow up Stark,” Bucky said annoyed, before slamming the door in his face.
“Friday notify the whole team that Mr Barnes and Ms. (Y/L/N) slept together. I don’t care if they’re awake or asleep.”