#little stark

[songweaver]

[pintsizemama]

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Day 24

Summary: Maggie goes to dinner at Maxwell’s.

Pairings: Maxwell Lord x You, Maxwell Lord x Named Reader (Maggie Stark)

Fandom: Marvel & DC

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, slap, manhandling a woman (non violent)

Word Count: 638

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You sighed heavily as you exited the helicopter. Maxwell Lord had sent it to the compound as promised. Complete with three very large security guards who made sure you got on safely…aka muscled you into the damn thing. You had maintained a shred of your defiance by not packing the overnight bag he had requested. You had absolutely no intention of staying the night.

The helicopter had landed on the pad on top of Maxwell’s building in the heart of Manhattan. He stood to the side, waiting for you with a broad smile. You begrudgingly walked over to him.

“Miss Stark,” he said warmly, “I’m glad you could join me.”

“Kind of made it impossible to resist,” you replied with an eye roll. He stepped toward you and leaned down to place his lips close to your ear.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, baby girl,” he said gruffly. “You won’t like the consequences.” Your eyes widened as he stepped back.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You half shouted. “I’ll do whatever I damn well please, you arrogant, misogynistic—”

“That’s enough,” Maxwell cut you off. There was a fire in his eyes you’d never seen before. He bent down and hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You demanded angrily. He ignored you and carried you into his penthouse. You squirmed and tried to get out of his grip. He smacked your ass, and it shocked you into complete stillness. Had he really just done that?

“When you put me down, I am going to kick your ass, Lord!” You threatened.

“I look forward to it,” he laughed. He finally placed you down and once you had your bearings you slapped him right across the face. When you pulled back to hit him again, he grabbed your wrist before you could make contact.

“I’ll give you the first one for how I just manhandled you, but you won’t get a second one,” he said in an even voice. “Now, can you pretend, just for today, that you don’t hate me and enjoy a delicious holiday dinner?” He was still lightly holding your wrist. His thumb was gently circling around your pulse point and it made you shiver. You quickly jerked your hand away.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly.

“Try,” Maxwell urged. You could smell the food and your mouth watered. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to share a meal with him. Your other option was sitting alone at the compound…and while that was usually welcome, you were too depressed to be alone tonight.

“Fine,” you acquiesced. “But no funny business.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not sleeping with you, so don’t even try it,” you insisted. “No flirting, no innuendos, no touching. Nothing.”

“Deal,” he agreed immediately.

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna give in? Just like that?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I’m alone for Christmas too,” he admitted, “and I’d hate to lose your company.”

“Oh,” you replied, hating that you felt a bit of empathy for the man.

“So, let’s sit down, eat a nice meal, and have a lovely evening,” he suggested.

“Okay,” you said quietly. You could hit pause on your dislike of this man for one night. It was really just his flirtatious nature that pissed you off, so if he toned it down, you might actually have a decent night. Though you seriously doubted he could pull it off. You decided if he proved you right and turned into the smarmy lecher you believe him to be, you would go back to the compound and reward yourself with Chinese food, wine, and a Die Hard marathon.

But if you turned out to be wrong…well, it looked like you would do something you never thought possible—enjoy an evening with Maxwell Lord.

Day 25

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[elainiisms]

female protagonists will literally go through 30 life altering traumas at the age of 16 and you ppl still have the audacity to call them annoying bc they cry about it and act like teenage girls

[twilight-zoned-out]

Learning about the Doctor Who specials' expanded budget: oh no, what if they overuse CGI to look more 'professional' and high-budget?

The first scene of the Doctor Who Special:

[newtkelly]

uhm buck just got him back and you think he’s gonna let tommy out of bed? mmmmm not likely

part 2 here

[captain-flint]

Tommy, what a bitch 💖 - Lou Ferrigno Jr.

[mizandria]

people make fun of the "oh you only hate her because she's a WOMAN" crazy feminist mentality but yeah actually you guys do only hate her because she's a woman a lot of times. for every hated female tv character there's ten male tv characters who are a million times worse and still given at least the "intriguing morally grey character" treatment if not straight up praise. for every hated female celebrity in real life there's one hundred famous men who have done worse and don't get half the hate she does. for every hated female politician, for every hated female historical figure, for the women you know in real life and on and on.

[lmaowh-at]

Lanns n Starks lineups/costumes sketches that I will probably add other houses to. Tywin and Joff & the rest aren't here because I was lazy and Cerseis dress took all of my energy. Don't ask me about inspiration or historical basis for these

[zaahvi]

all that i am belongs to the pursuit of creation

[azulolivart]

An unequal marriage in Westeros.

[thebreadmantm]

Finally finished this god damn thing!

Mostly did this for my friend who is starting s1 but it took me a stupid amount of time (mostly because of Tim)(still not happy with that mtf design)

[meep-meep-richie]

# silly boyfriends

[pintsizemama]

Blizzard

Day 29

Summary: You get stuck at Maxwell’s after Christmas.

Pairings: Maxwell Lord x You, Maxwell Lord x Named Reader (Maggie Stark)

Fandom: Marvel & DC

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, pining

Word Count: 697

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Maxwell watched you napping on his sofa. You were so goddamn gorgeous. He had kept his word on Christmas Eve and had been the perfect gentleman. It had been a fantastic night. He was utterly charmed by you. His own charm must have worked on you as well, because you had agreed to stay the night. He couldn’t remember the last time he spent Christmas with someone. It was really nice having you here to share the holiday.

Unfortunately—well, actually very fortunately for him—a blizzard blew in late Christmas afternoon. You had no choice but to stay another night, then another, and another. The storm was still going strong, and Maxwell wished it would never end. The last few days had been bliss. You’d both agreed on a temporary truce. The storm, combined with the isolation of the penthouse, made you both feel as if you were the only two people on earth. Walls had come down, and you were getting to know each other. Maxwell was pretty sure he still pissed you off, but you were warming up to him. And he was more enamored with you than he had ever been.

It drove him insane that his power did not work on you, and he really wanted to know why. He had never had to work so hard to make a woman interested in him. While he never used his gifts to attract women—he found it morally repugnant to coerce a woman into his bed—women usually threw themselves at him. Between his good looks, money, charm, and intelligence, he never had trouble finding a bedmate. You were completely unfazed by all of it. Considering the company you usually kept and the fact that you yourself were also beautiful, rich, charming, and intelligent he wasn’t surprised you were unimpressed by him. He had to actually try with you. Something he was entirely unfamiliar with. He noticed you stirring slightly on the couch, and he walked forward to sit. You blinked before your gaze landed on him. You gave him a beautiful, sleepy smile, and he felt his heart flip.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked in a raspy voice.

“A few hours,” he replied. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Wow,” you said softly. “I don’t usually sleep well.”

“My couch is very comfortable,” Maxwell said with a shrug. He saw something on your face he didn’t quite understand…as if the deep peaceful sleep you just experienced was rare.

“It’s still coming down out there, huh?” You murmured as you looked out the window.

“Yes,” Max answered. “It should clear up in a day or so.”

“Oh, that’s good,” you said. The slight furrow in your brow puzzled him. You looked almost disappointed. He hoped that was the case. He enjoyed having you in his space.

“We have a lot of work to catch up on,” you said.

“Not really,” he countered. “Most of my staff—and yours—has this week off.”

“Well, I usually work through the end of the year,” you replied.

“You work too much, Maggie,” he said. It was a bit hypocritical coming from him since he was also a workaholic, but he hated to see you run yourself down.

“I like working,” you said, jutting your chin out defiantly.

“I know. But you are allowed to have some fun too.”

“I have fun,” you argued petulantly.

“When?” You racked your brain. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had fun.

“It’s been a while,” you answered honestly.

“Then just relax,” he insisted. “There is literally nowhere for you to go, so enjoy the downtime while you can.” You looked at him a long moment, and he wondered what you were thinking. Finally you nodded.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Now, about that fun. I have a bowling alley—it’s small, just two lanes.” he cut in when he saw the look you shot him. “So, what do you say, Miss Stark? Think you can beat me?” He saw the glimmer in your eye and knew he had you.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Mr. Lord.”

“I look forward to it,” he said with a grin.

Day 30

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[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Being A Nosey Little Bitch Like

[starsnectars]

they are children, sansa thought. they are silly little girls, even elinor. they’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before joffrey cut her fathers head off. sansa pitied them. sansa envied them.

[ironspidersblog]

Same energy