i cant help but feel like belphie loves it when you look incredibly sleepy, your hair a mess- just honestly everything about you being a mess. he thinks youre so cute. (he has thousands of photos of sleepy you on his ddd)
yours sincerely, nat š
Omg yes!
Soooo many pictures of you looking tired- Belphie even has some extra embarrassing pics of you drooling in your sleep lolol
Belphie just adores how you look first thing in the morning, especially with messy clothes ān bedhead from cuddling with him <3
His DDD cameraroll is like 70% you sleeping / just woken up and 30% pics of you, him and beelz hanging out, cuddling or whatever!!-
Heās also has a few pictures of you glaring at him / his camera because he tried to get a āsneaky pictureļæ¼ā of you, when you just woke upā¦..but his flash was on- usually he just tries to laugh it off and says heāll delete the pic if you really, reallyyyy want him too. but you donāt mind and he never does.
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Charlotte had been sitting on the couch when Jim had come in and laid down on the couch, his head in her lap. Her fingers automatically went to his hair. Her fingers running through his hair slightly. Something she seemed prone to do and he didn't seem to mind it. She heard him sigh as her nails gently scratched his scalp as they watched TV. It wasn't long before she realized he'd fallen asleep. Which made her smile. She leaned down and kissed his head gently as she shifted to get more comfortable but made sure to not to disturb him; She like these little moments and how comfortable they were with each other. But he was lucky she loved him. Otherwise he would have probably been pushed off the couch.
Someone (not saying who. Wasnāt any of you, of course.) emailed me asking if I cut. No. I stopped, and Iām not comfortable talking about the subject. On a less depressing note, this is dedicated to shewhohasmanynames. Thanks, your awesome! Sit back and enjoy! - Ash
aaaaaah, that's so sweet and cute and playful <3 !! and dammit, what's with you people, don't cut :( ... yay for Stony <3 !!
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Young at heart by Ash
Even though Natasha said that Jamie LaTeal was a sophisticated young lady who had a natural gift for knowing someoneās feelings and understandings, she really wasnāt. It more matched what Clint said; James is some hot teenage chick whoās looking for a buck and uses her talents to get that. Still a nice kid though.
It didnāt take long to figure that out. Sure she listened to Fury and sure she was remarkably gifted, but she was only nineteen. A kid. That day Jamie and Tony decided to have a little āfunā with Steve. The Super Soldier was sitting on the couch sketching a picture of an eagle making a nest outside of the window. Tony gave the signal and Jamie dug her fingers into Steveās sides.
"Dude that was awesome!" Tony said as he high fives his new partner in crime. "How did you get away so fast?"
Jamie smiled at Tony and said, āIāve been in actual dangerous situations before where I have to run fast. Like this one time I was-ā She stopped herself. She shouldnāt give Tony that information. Not yet at least. āNever mind.ā
"Oh, you think this isnāt a dangerous situation? Last time I tickled Steve he flipped me and counter attacked!"
"Yep. And heāll do it again if he has to teach you children a lesson." Steveās voice was stern with only a couple drops of honey in it. The two turned their heads and saw blonde with his hands on his hips, and a cocky grin that rivaled Tonyās.
"Run!"
The two sped away, high pitched squeals filled the hallway as Steve sped up at certain occasions just to tease them. When they got to the kitchen the rest of the Avengers were there. Clint smirked.
"Well lookey here. If it aināt the Rebels, made Fury mad again have we?" Clint often called them the Rebels, their often used nick name after the pairs first fire of attacks. Sometimes if Clint felt cocky enough he would call them the Red Coats and scream the red coats are coming! The red coats are coming!
"Hello Clint, Tasha, Bruce, Thor. If you don't mind, weāre nit here!" Tony looked behind him and Jamie covered his mouth when she saw Tonyās boyfriend running towards the kitchen.
Jamie squeezed herself into a large cupboard and Tony went under the table. She heard Tony scream and knew she was in trouble.
"Whereās Miss LaTeal?" she heard Steve ask after what she thought she heard was a short peck on the lips.
Please Tony, run. Donāt say anything, just run!, Jamie thought.
"N-not Hehere Steve!" Tonyās panicked laughter made her curse under her breath.
"I know where Rebel One is, Steve! Hiding in the cupboard." Oh so now Clintās going to be helpful? She was so going to tell director Fury that the archer shouldnāt be allowed in the air vents anymore to help his āconditionā.
"H-hi Steve! Your looking good today! Any chance you can let us go, and weāll laugh about this later?"
"No, letās laugh about this now." He pinned both Rebels onto the couch (wtf a couch was in a kitchen, weāll never know)
"Hey, Steve! Iāll get James, you get Tony." Clint said. "She looks the most enthusiastic. Soon the room was filled with giggles and screams.
"Steheheheave! Noho! Iām SOHOhory! It w-wasnāt my fahahahault!" Tony laughed and tossed his head back with each ticklish stroke inflicted upon his tan stomach. Jamie was getting a worse treatment.
"CLINT! HOHOLY CRAHAP! HAHAHA! STOOP!"
"You promise youāll both be good little Red Coats now?" They asked at the same time. The two nodded their heads quickly.
"Whehehe pā¦prohohomise!" Tonyās feet thrashed and soon tears formed in the corners of his eyes from laughing so much. Both of their noses were scrunched up, and finally after what seemed like an eternity, Steve and Clin stopped.
They left, and Tony ran up to Steve, kissing him vigorously on the lips. Jamie sat there trying to regain her breath. Natasha sat beside her and patted the smaller girlās pale tummy.
"You know, if you want to get back I would love to tell you that Clint has very ticklish ribs." And then she left, leaving a trail of mystery.
Now that Castiel is human he really loves Dean's bed and he really loves his sleep. He's a deep sleeper. It takes a lot to wake him.
It's as if he's making up for millenias of not sleeping by trying to fit it all in now.Ā
In bed, fast asleep, the blankets tucked in tight around him and Dean at his side is Castiel's favorite place to be.
Dean, who doesn't need quite as much rest as Castiel does, lies awake watching him, unable to believe how lucky he is because Castiel chose to stay with him.Ā
He even thinks the little sleepy, snoring sounds Castiel makes are cute, although he'd never admit it to anyone.
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This ball was possibly where Lucian felt most out of place.
He was dressed nicely - of course he was, it was to be expected, and as one of the few remaining 'old' generals, he had to represent their army well. Especially when celebrating, greeting his fellow comrades, people he would be working with for a great long while.Ā
Well, long for them, doubtlessly. Should anyone really care to think about it, it wouldn't be a surprise that their silver-haired compatriot was ofĀ Elven descent. With the tension between those of the forest, and the kingdom though, it wasn't surprising that it was a beast in the room.
Ā Lucian stood at attention, back straight and arms behind his back, watching and greeting everyone who entered the ballroom with a slight incline of his head and a quiet little smile. Still, theĀ doldrumsĀ of this event were shaken, ever so slightly, by the entrance of a golden hair lass who looked less than steady on her feet.
It would be hard to say what spurred him into movement. Was it just a lady in, perhaps, need of some assistance, should it be as simple as an offered arm? Or was it just what a striking woman she was that did it? Really, it could very well have been his need to move,Ā do something and stop the monotony of perhaps the one thing he was never good at, for all his time in service of the kingdom.
He stepped across the hall, and smiled rather warmly, extending one gloved hand. "A lady should never be unescorted into a ballroom, in my experience," he murmured as a way of greeting.Ā
