Lasers make everything better (•)
#so that’s where Legolas got his laser eyes from
My persuasion can build a nation
“You know the worst thing about art forgery? You can’t take credit for your work.” || art forger + grifter au
She’s the con-woman always on the run. He’s the detective tasked with taking her down. It’s about the thrill of the game, running circles around each other, but getting attached was never part of the plan.
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“Clever,” he murmured, fingers running over the invisible, sweeping initials D. L. hidden in the brushwork of the painting. Stepping back and studying the piece in its entirety, he couldn’t help but admit it was a brilliant, nearly impeccable replica of the original. “But still a fake.”
There was a slight huff far to his right, easily missed if he hadn’t been listening for it, and when he heard the soft footsteps trailing away, he quickly followed.
He pursued the thief up the emergency stair, slipping through the roof door with his gun cocked only to see the woman standing at the edge of the building, facing him with a hand on her hip.
“You waited for me? I’m touched,” he said, the words nearly lost in the London wind.
“I wanted to see who they sent this time.” She smiled slowly, the sensual quirk of her lips making something in his stomach lurch. “I have to say, you’re definitely a step up from the last guy, Mr. Odinson.”
“Only a step?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He couldn’t stop his response to her easy, sultry charm, and her throaty laugh brought a smile to his face.
“You’re funny.” She cocked her head, shamelessly appraising him before dragging her eyes again up to meet his. “Have you come to lock me up, de-tec-tive?” She drew out the syllables with half-lidded eyes filled with promise.
“It would be my utmost pleasure,” he smirked at the lilting, coquettish tone of her voice, “but somehow, I doubt you’ll let me catch you.”
“And ain’t that a pity,” she remarked with a sigh, slinging the art storage tube across her body and taking a quick step back. The movement made him tense, and she quipped, “If I didn’t have this lovely Mondrian to reframe, I would’ve let you.”
"Seems like you don’t really have anywhere to go," he said softly, approaching her slowly, putting the safety back on his gun and taking the handcuffs out of his coat pocket.
"Kinky," she remarked, and the movement of her hands drew his attention to the harness she was wearing, "but maybe next time, gorgeous.”
She threw him a wink as he began sprinting towards her, and just as he was about to reach her she flipped smoothly over the railing and over the edge, his outstretched hands catching nothing but a whisper of smooth, silken hair against his skin.
A quick glance over the edge saw her rappelling down the facade of the Tate Modern, and he couldn’t help but chuckle when the woman gave him a cheeky wave upon reaching the ground.
“Darcy Lewis,” he breathed, equal parts frustrated and admiring, as she mounted a sleek motorcycle and disappeared down Hopton Street, engine purring. “… interesting.”
Chris Evans’ mom said his character in The Losers (Jake Jensen) is the most like Chris in real life.
Wonder Bar, 1934
Are you happy being Benedict on camera? Is that a comfortable place for you?
im at starbucks right now and some other person with a mac just put this word doc into my air drop????????????????
Did you say yes
tHEY JUST CALLED OUT A FRAPPUCINO FOR SWAG MONEY (thats the name of my computer on airdrop) IM GONNA CR Y
a modern love story
Swag money though