· Your eyes showed interest, but you seemed hesitant to approach him despite the curiosity he saw in your eyes.
· William James Moriarty was intrigued by you.
· He had made several attempts to talk to you, but you would always make a habit of disappearing.
· He asked around about you.
· You were a mysterious sort to many. Your background was not known or where you came from.
· It seemed as if you suddenly popped into existence one day.
· You were a hard worker. You helped those in need without any discrimination to class or background.
· You helped educate and feed the children in the orphanage and on the streets.
· You worked many odd jobs: librarian, bakeries, and gardening to name a few.
· The people in the area grew protective of you.
· They also spoke of your intelligence.
· How you would tell them about the proper importance of hygiene such as boiling water, safe products to wash clothes with, and the importance of boiling water before drinking it.
· You explained it in easy ways they could understand and showed them proof, never one to look down on others.
· You helped with minor illness the lower class would suffer from as well, ways to get rid of coughs and possible causes.
· The more William learned about you, the more he was intrigued.
· The more he wanted to catch you and learn about you.
· As he watched you peek at him from around the corner, he smirked.
This could be read as a standalone, but if I do continue; there's many routes I can take it. Especially with all the hints I left behind. lol which was probably not even subtle I am not subtle.
ft. a too-helpful JARVIS, humor, and also tenderness??
The shot opens with Thor and Loki sitting on a bed, naked from the waist up. The camera zooms in on Thor’s face, and he grins broadly. “People of Midgard, welcome to our sex tape.”
Loki shoves Thor. “No finesse, as usual. I shouldn’t have let you do the introductions.” He clears his throat. “JARVIS, from the top.”
“Mr. Stark had strict instructions that I not delete any of the footage,” a pleasant robotic voice responds.
“Fuck Stark.” Loki looks frustrated. “Is this his sex tape or ours?”
“I am sorry, Loki Laufeyson, but I answer to Mr. Stark.”
“Fine.” Loki rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything else. The room is quiet for a moment, the camera still.
“Brother?” Thor’s voice is tentative. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Loki turns toward Thor, placing a hand on his shoulder. “No, I won’t let Stark ruin this.” He leans in and kisses Thor, and it’s not gentle. There’s a flash of tongue, a hint of teeth. Loki pulls back and looks directly at the camera. “Thor already told you what this is. You’re welcome.” He winks, and then turns back to Thor.
They don’t speak directly to the camera for the rest of the video, but they’re not quiet by any means. The audio is filled with breathless moans, gasped names, the slap-slap-slap of skin against skin. The camera angle changes effortlessly, always making sure to capture the most compelling image: a trail of bruises along Loki’s pale neck, a finger and thumb wrapped around a stiff cock, a tongue gliding along a firm buttcheek.
“Like that, brother?”
“More, please, give me more.”
“Stop teasing and fuck me.”
“I love you.”
“Now everyone in the world knows your secret.” A pause. “I love you, too.”
My broke ass won’t be able to get any games to play for the two week break I’m gonna have but luckily I found a friend willing to lend me her FFXV. So ya’ll know what this mean.
Because…well because, Miranda flirts with everyone; it’s second nature to her. When that lovely mouth opens, if its tongue isn’t eviscerating, it’s charming and complimentary and flirty. Miranda only operates in those two extremes.
So, of course, the little innuendos and possible double entendres that drop with ease from Miranda’s lips mean nothing. They’re harmless.
That’s what Andy tells herself. The words have become her mantra. She repeats them in her head constantly like Emily repeats her I love my job line constantly. She ignores the fact that her mantra is as useless as Emily’s.
Andy breaks her own rules and crosses lines she doesn’t realize she’s crossing because Miranda is her exception to every rule. And, she flirts back. Subtly. With her eyes and her smiles and her body. Sometimes, when they are alone, she uses her words and inflection and tone.
Flirting isn’t second nature to Andy, but practice makes her better. And, she finds that pleasing Miranda is highly satisfying. But, the words and looks are just a game, they mean nothing.
It’s the touches that steal Andy’s breath and rattle her composure. They’re innocuous and dismissible. They can hardly be considered touches. The fleeting touch of a wrist, the brush of fingers, the slide of a palm on a shoulder. Never anything overt. But the touches burn Andy’s skin long after Miranda has stopped touching her.
“Andrea.” The implicit command to come has Andy’s feet moving before her mind registers the command. Andy doesn’t consider the conditioned—almost Pavlovian—response to Miranda’s voice.
“Yes, Miranda,” Andy feels the rough, breathless register of her voice. She hadn’t meant to sound so subservient.
Miranda’s eyes darken with something Andy doesn’t know how to qualify. The editor motions with her hand for Andy to turn in place.
Andy obeys.
She turns slowly because she has learned that Miranda likes to look. Andy has also learned she likes that focused regard.
“Come.”
Andy swallows hard in nervousness and anticipation. Her feet stop in front of Miranda’s desk and, at Miranda’s pointed stare, she bends to bring herself closer to the editor. Andy holds herself still, barely breathing, before Miranda. Her eyes stare at the woman seated across from her, she licks her lips unconsciously.
Miranda slowly shifts forward in her chair and raises her hands to adjust Andy’s shirt collar that needs no adjusting. All Andy feels is fire licking every inch of skin where Miranda’s fingers brush her neck. She closes her eyes to keep from doing anything stupid, like moaning. When she opens them, Miranda’s face is inches from her own.
They stare at one another. Unmoving.
Miranda licks her lips and Andy’s eyes can’t help but latch to the motion and the lips. “You may take the rest of the night off.”
Andy doesn’t even realize she’s closing the space between them until Miranda’s fingers tighten on her collar and she whispers a very breathy that’s all. Miranda releases her. Andy nods (more to clear her head than in understanding) and expels a shaky breath.
Andy’s hands tremble only a little as she collects her things to leave.
So, I had blacklisted anything to do with the show "The100" because I hadn't watched it and didn't want to……..I shall have you know that today alone I have watched the first 8 episodes and have removed everything from both my tumblr savior and x-kit blacklist. I love it! It’s such a good show. Dark and sometimes hopeless but I love it!
