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red-writes · 3 years

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soft yan! shinsou x chubby! reader

summary: you keep receiving these letters in your mailbox from an unknown person, somehow you find yourself slowly falling for the creepy admirer until one day they decide to reveal themselves to you in the worst way possible—by looming over you while you sleep.

warnings: yandere behavior, insecurities, light smut.

Boo’s note: hi okay, this is dedicated to the annie that asked me for a shinsou fic, tbh I didn’t really know what to make it about bc u didn’t specify but here I hope you like it *^* uhh it’s also unedited im sorrrrry

Everyday at 7:00 am, the mailman drops off mail. Everyday at 7:10 am you’re rushing downstairs after stuffing half a bagel in your mouth to retrieve the stack of envelopes from the mailbox. The letters started appearing a month ago, pretty purple envelopes sealed with a cat sticker were amongst your mail everyday. You picked out the purple one and dropped the other unimportant, plain white envelopes on the coffee table. You took a seat on the couch and hurriedly opened it up.

My dearest love,

Last night I had a dream about you. You’re perfect face was smiling at me, you called my name and even held your hand out to me. You were so perfect I woke up crying. The more time that passes, the more I find myself falling deeper and deeper in the never-ending ocean that is you. So deep, so warm, comforting and gentle. Do you think that maybe one day, we could be happy together? That we could live a life together somewhere peaceful where you have me and I have you and that’s it. To me, that sounds like heaven, a world where the only person I only ever see is you. You’re my everything, my reason to live, to breathe and to continue living in this grueling world. I hope the rest of your day is good, I hope you enjoy yourself at the party.

xoxo,

shin.

After reading you couldn’t help the hard pounding of your heart, it was unusual yes, but you found his fondness for you quite endearing. You clutched the letter and held it to your chest. While it was strikingly odd that he knew about tonight’s party, you didn’t mind. Up until now shin had been harmless, never saying or doing anything too weird or creepy, nothing to warrant you to visit the local police station. You refolded the letter and tucked it back inside of the envelope. Instead of mulling over small details, you needed to find something to put on tonight!

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It was a charity event for the company you worked for, everyone from the hero deku to chargebolt was in attendance. Big parties like this were not your scene but you had to go, your boss invited you personally and you didn’t want to let him down. You took a drink off of one of the tables and made your way to a less crowded corner of the room. You took rare sips of your champagne as you sighed. This place was definitely not your scene.

“You look fabulous tonight” you hear from beside you, you’re quick to turn your head and your eyes lay upon none other than the mind-jacking hero, Shinsou!

You’re quick to bow, “ah! Mr.shinsou, sir, it’s an honor to meet you” you greet and he’s chuckling softly.

“Hey now, don’t worry about being too formal with me” he says, voice gentle as he rests a hand on your shoulder. Your face is burning, he told you that you looked nice! The number five hero just complimented you!

“Thank-thank you” you say and quickly take another sip of your drink to try and calm your nerves, “you look nice as well”

He gives you a genuine smile, “you’re so sweet”

You can hardly breathe right now, Shinsou first told you that you looked nice and now he was calling you sweet? Was this your lucky day or something?

“Well Shinsou I-”

“Oh! Hitoshi, I’ve been looking for you man!”

Chargebolt walked over to where the two of you were standing and wrapped his arm around Shinsou’s neck. He began pulling him away, going on about how ground zero almost slapped one of the patrons. Shinsou turned to wave goodbye to you and you did the same. Once he was out of sight you released a breathe you hadn’t know you’d been holding in. Tonight felt like a dream, you really didn’t want to wake up from it.

“y/n! There you are, I need to you take pictures of me and some of our guests!” Your boss yells and you’re sighing, downing the rest of your drink before you rest it on a neighboring table.

“Coming sir!”

well maybe you were ready to wake up from it now.

The next day at the same time you retrieved your mail, you’d shuffled through it several times and yet you hadn’t found that signature purple envelope. The day after that and even the day after that one there was no letter for you in the mail. It stung. Maybe they’d lost interest in you? Maybe they decided that you weren’t good enough after all?

The sixth day after receiving no letter you’d decided to give up, it wasn’t like you knew this was going to happen. You threw yourself onto your bed as soon as you got out the shower. You’d been doing poorly at work lately, your mind too busy focusing on those purple envelopes rather than the stack of paper work in front of you. You pulled the sheets up to your chin and shut your eyes, praying that you wouldn’t dream of that person or their kind words.

There was an odd sensation you got, it felt like cold air was hitting your body. Were you still dreaming? You didn’t leave your window open. Your eyes fluttered open, your vision still slightly blurry as you came to. Your sat up and rubbed your eyes. From the corner of your eye you saw a figure standing there. Fear that laid dormant until now began to unfurl itself in your gut, you slowly turned your head to face it and there he was.

“M-mr.Shinsou?!” You whisper yelled, he gave you a soft smile and held his hands up in front of him.

“You caught me” he says and begins walking towards you, you’re scurrying away from him on the bed.

“Why- why are you here?!” you hold the sheet up in front of you like a shield.

“I felt guilty about not sending letters for so long..I made you sad and I couldn’t forgive myself for that so I came to make it up to you” he explains and your still sleep filled mind was struggling trying to comprehend his words.

“Letters..you’re the one who has been sending me all of those letters?” You ask and he nods, he takes a seat on the edge of your bed and that familiar pounding of your heart is back. It was him, the person you’d been longing for, for so long now.

“Mhm, everything I said in those letters were true as well, how beautiful I think you are, how addicting your personality is, how absolutely sinful I think your body is..” he whispers and you feel air caught in your throat. Shinsou inches closer and closer to you and in a flash of purple he pins you underneath him.

“Mr.Shinsou..-”

“Hitoshi, call me Hitoshi” he corrects.

His head slowly lowers until his face is millimeters from yours, his breath is hot against your lips and you can’t help but shut your eyes, you’d been wanting this- wanting him for such a long time now. Shinsou’s lips press gently against yours and you find yourself kissing back, your lips move in a glorious synchronous. The kiss was one of passion and hunger; proof that the two of you had been longing for the other. You pulled away from him, lungs grateful for the ability to breathe again.

“Hitoshi..” you whisper and Shinsou sucks in a breath before his hands move downwards to pull at the hem of your night gown.

“Can I?” He asks and you find yourself nodding. The number five hero, the man who has been stalking you, sending you letters that if you were anyone else would find creepy, the man you’d fallen for…

You raised your arms in the air as he slowly began lifting the sheer cloth off of you revealing your nude body to him. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, your arms folded to cover your exposed chest.

“Y-you might be disillusioned after seeing me completely naked..if you regret choosing me to give your heart to, I don’t blame you” you shyly confess and Shinsou’s eyes widen.

“I could never, I've merely dreamt about this day every night for months on end...you are the most beautiful person I've had the pleasure of laying eyes upon.” He says, his hands gently pry your arms away from your body and you can feel hot tears well up in your eyes as he lays you back against the soft blankets.

His lips are soft as they press themselves against every bit of exposed skin, his kisses don't shy away from stretch marks or any of your other insecurities. A warm, heated feeling that blossoms in your chest.

Love? Desire? Serendipity?

It felt like all three combined into one big ball of sentiment.

His hands gently massaged your breasts evoking soft mewls of his name from you. His hands slivered downwards to grope the flesh of your stomach.

“Soft beautiful...” he mumbles, his hands move even further downwards and cup the warmth between your legs. The feeling of his hand directly against you has your legs spreading, giving yourself completely to him. His fingers gently rub circles at your clit, your hips stutter up into his touch, moans and whimpers tumble out of your mouth dumbly. The situation you've been so eager for, for so long was finally upon you.

Your back arches off the mattress as he slides a slim finger inside of you, the sensation feels much fuller than your own fingers do. You beg him to go faster, add more and make you feel better than you have ever before and he's shushing your lust filled ramblings with a kiss.

“I need to savor this moment, I won’t get many more like this” he expresses and your concern is evident on your face but he doesn't allow you to ponder on his words. He adds in another finger and curls them upwards, pressing them against the spongy sweet spot, his head ducks down and his lips wrap firmly around your clit and suck on the aching bud. Your eyes roll back into your head and your body shakes, unable to handle to the newfound euphoria.

“Ah- shinsou! I’ll- cumming!” your cunt spasms around his fingers as your orgasm hits you, you grip onto the sheets around you as your thighs shake.

“You look so pretty like this, so so pretty” he compliments, before you know it your eyes are involuntarily fluttering shut. You're scared, panic fills you at the thought of him not being here when you wake up, you don't want this to be another fever dream.

When you awake the next morning you feel heavy. Your body slumped with the exhaustion of the previous nights activities. You're eyes widen as your hand feels around the bed, your fingers bump into the heat of another body and there is. The yellow halo from the sun is cast over his head as his chest rises and falls.

You scoot in close enough so that your noses are just barely touching. His eyes begin creaking open and purple gems meet your own.

“Good morning”

“Morning..”

Questions about what he meant last night could wait…you wanted spend your time right now loving him.

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shreddedparchment · 3 years

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A Wife for Thor Pt.14

The Garden Hallway

01/02/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,974

Warnings: language, smut, smutty smut smut, talk of pregnancy, jealousy, spoiled lobster, alcoholic Brunnhilde, babies

A/N: First post of the new year! This was a fun one to write with lots of little tidbits that were enjoyable. Writing doubts aside, I hope you all enjoy this one! Sorry it took so long to get to you, but holidays, ya know? xoxo

“She’s beautiful, Thora. Just gorgeous.” You bounce the infant in your arms and she coos and goos.

Spittle runs down along the edge of her lips and Thora, the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen in your life, leans forward to gently dab away at the clear liquid.

Her very long ice blonde hair falls forward, half braided, the other half loose. She tosses it back then sighs and rips it back feeling frustrated.

“You could cut your hair, if it’s bothering you.” Ice blue eyes meet yours, slight shock at your observational skills painting her pale cheeks pink.

“Oh, no. I’m too fond of it, Your Majesty. I’ll grow used to it again. Having a little one to care for does make it a bit tedious to handle. But ‘tis no worry. I will just have to braid it more tightly and perhaps wear it atop my head to keep it tame.”

She’s all politeness, this Agardian beauty. The Goddess of it, if you’re honest, though you know that’s not true. To you, every Asgardian woman is the Goddess of beauty. They’re all so stunning in their own unique ways.

The same could be said for the women of your own species, but these Asgardians seem to glow.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, it’s really very normal for women of Earth to have very short hair in some cases. Especially when work or busy lives get in the way of maintaining it. I’m not sure how often women in the old Asgard used to-”

“It was not uncommon, though ‘twasn’t very common either. Most of us keep our hair long. I’m not sure my husband would love me as much if I did cut it.” She confesses, and you see a fleeting worry pass through her exquisite face and you can’t imagine how a woman this beautiful can doubt the hold she has on her husband when you’re only mortal and constantly worry about Thor’s love for you.

“Armod is a lucky man. I’m sure he knows that you’re more than your hair. But if it’s that important to you, I can try to find ways of keeping it out of your way? Some new hairstyles maybe?” You smile at her, hoping to offer comfort.

She relaxes, the little bundle in your arms wiggling just a bit as you lean forward to place your hand over hers.

“She really is so beautiful,” you say, hoping to redirect her attention to her perfect little girl.

Luta has deep olive skin, her hair the same stunning raven as Armod.

Thora’s entire being shifts. She gleams at her daughter, the clear apple of her eye.

“It won’t be long before you and His Majesty are blessed with a baby of your own. An heir to the throne? The celebration will be monumental.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you smile shyly, remembering almost every night since your honeymoon has been spent pinned either underneath Thor, or to the wall, or on the dresser, or his desk, or the tub, or even the floor in an attempt to get that heir to finally come.

Both of you want a baby so badly.

“We’ve been trying for almost two months,” You confess, a sadness in your voice incapable of hiding.

“Armod and I tried for nearly a year,” Thora nods, her own happiness sidelined to make way for understanding. “I believe that sometimes it just takes a while. My sister was able to conceive so quickly I began to think there was something wrong with me.”

She gives you a reassuring smile, almost like she can read your very thoughts.

“But it happened. It took time. It will happen for you as well, Your Majesty. We are all looking forward to an heir, but even if it takes a while, you’re still our Queen.” She assures you and her words do make you feel better.

Maybe you and Thor have just been trying too hard?

Oof, but there’s no way you can give up those touches.

“I guess I’ll just have to relax and take it one day at a time. Thank you for your encouragement. I’m seriously really jealous of you. She’s so lovely.” You offer her over, and Thora takes her eagerly.

The baby, Luta, whines a little but then settles as she’s held to her mother’s breast.

“She’s a peach, isn’t she?” Thora gloats, and she’s absolutely beaming.

The front door opens and there’s a startled pause by the tall dark Armod, long pitch braids swishing as he comes to a stop.

“Your Majesty?” The shock is clear, but he quickly bows and you get up, waving away his formality.

“No, please.” You smile, throwing out your hand for him to shake, “It’s so nice to see you, face to face and not from the backseat of a car.”

Armod laughs, taking hold of your hand gently and he quickly kisses the back of it.

The respect of the gesture is flattering.

“I was not expecting to see you here today, though I’m not going to lie, it’s an honor.”

“I promised I’d come,” you remind him. “I’m sorry it took so long. I’ve been so busy with the planning of the park and meeting with the Ambassadors to see what they want from us, and it’s just been so busy day after day.”

“Your Majesty,” Thora stands, shaking her head. “You have no obligation to explain yourself to us. We are at your service.”

You smile at her, reaching over to caress Luta’s little head then Thora’s shoulder, “I think it’s the other way around, but I’m grateful for your generosity.”

They both seem happy with you and as lovely as they are, you can’t spend all day here in their comfy little home.

Armod is paid really well and that’s reflected more in their belongings as opposed to the size of their house.

Very neat and high quality furniture and gadgets display their wealth though compared to the one you inherited and the one you married into, it’s just a fraction.

Armod and Thora's wealth lies in their love and family.

As they stand there, the ache in your chest begins to get unbearable so, you quickly tell them goodbye and you walk back up to the palace.

Armod's home is situated within the grounds of your New Asgardian dwelling. Smallish cottages that line the inner stone and vibranium wall are filled with staff who living close by makes it easier to work here.

If they lived outside of the palace walls, you'd have needed Armod's services to visit his own house. Luckily, in this way, you can visit some of your people without the need for fanfare.

You like not having to dress up.

As you slip into the garden and move for the large heavy door that Thor had shown you through two months prior to propose to you out here, you smile at the sight of the only person who hates it when you don't wear a dress, or at the very least a skirt.

This isn't of course because he wants to have you he all wrapped up in tight dresses and uncomfortable, but rather it makes certain activities just a little more difficult in rushed moments.

Thor's smile widens as he spots you, shutting the door behind you before you put your hands behind your back.

"There you are, I've been looking for you," Thor says.

He looks so good in dark jeans and a slightly loose tan t-shirt. The round neck gives just the slightest peek at his trapezius and you force yourself to keep your eyes on his beautiful face instead of the way his biceps strain against his sleeves.

Fuck he looks good.

"Looks like you've found me. What did you need?"

"Where were you?" He wonders, putting his own hands behind his back to copy your stance.

"Is it curiosity, suspicion, or control making you ask?"

"Interest. And because I missed you and if I have an hour free again, I'd like to spend it with you."

Damn him.

"Well, shoot," you scoff.

He quirks his head inquisitively and you smile wide at the sight of your puppy. How can he be so damn hot and cute at the same time?

"That was the perfect response. But, an hour?" Quick glance down at your watch reveals it's too early for lunch. "I thought we were meeting for lunch at eleven?"

Thor’s smile falters and he nods slowly, looking at your collarbone instead of your eyes.

"About that…"

"Oh, shit. What?"

"I'm leaving in about twenty minutes," Thor confesses, bringing his hands back to his front to fidget.

"Twenty minutes? But you said an hour!"

"And I spent forty minutes looking for you, cherub. That leaves me with twenty."

He closes the distance between you, tracing the length of your arms to your wrists and then pulls your hands out from behind your back.

"And leaving? Where are you going?"

The pout that overtakes you feels inevitable. You can't even attempt to hide it.

"The Warriors Three have reported in. Sif says that they are ready for inspection so I must go and see each outpost's condition before I can deem them proper watch towers to guard against the threat that Loki has foreseen.

"Heimdall says he is in agreement. Whatever it is that is coming, it's hiding itself from his sight which should be impossible. I must go, love. I'm sorry."

He really does sound and look apologetic too.

"And...I won't be home until possibly very late. Nearly morning I think," he tells you, voice low.

For two long moments the two of you stand there, minds whirring until they both reach the same realization.

It's Thor that voices it first and he nearly kills you with how much you want to swoon, "You know, this will be the first night since we've been engaged that I won't be sleeping beside you."

Your pout only grows more pronounced.

"Will you be lonely without me?"

All of the insecurities he's felt since marrying suddenly come pouring out of him in that one singular question and you can suddenly see all of the fear and strife he has been dealing with since he chose to marry you.

Like you, he's been wondering whether you're happy in your new married life. He's been worried about you in your role as Queen but worried for you, not whether you can do the job as you have been fretting.

You sigh, a heavy release of your own tension, "Oh, Thor…"

Hooking your hand behind his neck you pull him down until you can kiss him.

His response is ready, eager. Hands funding your hips as he pushes you back until you're shoved into the small space between one pillar and the wall it supports.

You're both very aware of the loss of activity this night will also bring, but maybe a rest is due.

Pulling back, you place your hands on his chest and give him a little push. He stops his kissing, licking his lips as he leans back to fix you with his star-eyed gaze.

"Maybe this is a good thing? We've been trying so hard to get pregnant for two months and my last test was negative. Maybe what we need is a break?"

Thor blinks, considering your words but then he shakes his head.

"Is that the only reason you've been laying with me night after night? To be with child?"

He almost sounds hurt by the idea and you hurry to reassure him.

"No! Of course not, Thor. I...being with you intimately is one of the best things about my adult life that I never knew I wanted or needed. It feel so good to be with you. Sometimes I can't believe that you want me.

"You're this perfect God, desired by millions. Billions even. And I'm-"

"Let me stop you there, cherub. If you are ever in any doubt as to how you affect me-mind, body, and soul-" He reaches down between your bodies, unbuttons his jeans and lowers his zipper.

"Thor!" You gasp quietly, peeking around at both ends of the long secluded hallway.

"No one will see us," he whispers, seductive and deep.

He's right though. Especially here where the pillar meets the wall, a tight corner where he's got you trapped. Right where you want to be.

He takes your hand and pushes his pants down a bit until he's exposed, erect, and throbbing.

As you wrap your fingers around him, he purrs and after another lick of his lips, he flies into a frenzy that you match with your own fervor.

It has to happen fast and before you know it he's inside, thrusting up into you as he holds your right leg up around his waist.

Neither of you have any words, only heavy breathing. A gasp. A grunt. Mewling moans that rise from your throat which he quickly silences with a finger pressed gently to your lips.

"Shh, my cherub," he urges.

Even if no one ever comes down here. The sound of the Queen making these noises would surely draw someone's attention.

"I'm coming…" you whimper, hands vices around the fabric of his shirt.

Thor groans again then mashes his lips against your own, thrusting faster and smoother. Like silk on skin he fills you up and as you grip his cock, twitching around him, he empties into you.

He coats you with his heat, caressing the curves of your body as he continues to kiss you with slow and deliberate passion.

"We aren't missing a day," he declares.

As the two of you recover, a voice from the far end of the hall interrupts.

"Thor, we must go if you're to be back by morning."

For a moment your heart leaps into your throat. Loki’s voice is knowing. He clearly gets what you two were doing.

You peek over Thor’s shoulder but don't see Loki anywhere. He's got the sense to give you two your privacy and stay out of sight.

"I'll be right there," Thor says, leaning in to kiss your lips slow. "Don't worry, he's discreet."

Thor helps you get dressed again, blocking your body from sight even though he knows no one is looking.

When you're both decent again, he takes your arm in his and leads you out into the main hall where Loki stands by the large doors pacing.

As he spots the two of you, he gives no indication that he heard or saw any of what happened down in the garden hallway.

"You two look...refreshed," Loki says pointedly.

"Brother, do not tease Her Majesty the Queen. She's already fretting."

Thor adjusts his arm to wrap around your shoulder and gives you a quick squeeze as you glare at Loki.

"Of course, you're right. I'm sorry, Y/N."

Loki gives you quick polite bow, then a mischievous smile curls his lips and you can see the trickster God peek through.

“I am a most avid supporter of my monarchs doing what they can to provide the kingdom with an heir, and if there is any way that I can help, I would be happy to lend my assistance.”

“Watch it, Loki,” Thor warns, only half heartedly but with the punch of genuine jealousy.

You haven’t really questioned lately whether you’re Thor’s because you are. No doubt in your mind. He has you wrapped around his finger. Hearing him assert that claim, the one on your heart and body--it drives shivers up your spine and you suddenly want him back home from his trip already.

“I only meant that I am glad to make excuses if you two wish to escape for a few hours a day,” Loki clarifies. “What did you think I meant?”

He’s teasing Thor, you can see it. That playful jabbing is routine and you’ve seen him do it before but you were never the tool for his poking at Thor.

“I’ll wait out front,” Loki takes his leave, shutting the large doors to the front hall with ease.

Without a word, Thor pulls you into his arms. He embraces you tightly, sighing heavily and you shut your eyes at the feel of his body wrapped around yours.

You can’t remember ever feeling so happy. So, safe? There’s something in the way it feels to have his large arms around you, a weight pressed to you but not down on you.

He’s not suffocating you or oppressing you. He’s supporting you, ducking down a little to get a better hold of you. He presses his nose against your hair and breathes in deeply.

It could just be a sigh, but if he’s anything like you, he might be trying to memorize your scent.

As your own nose is pressed into the crook of his neck, you let his own wash over you.

His unique smell brings to mind a dark cloudy sky, a field of soft overgrown grass swaying in an endless cool wind. The scent of freshly sodden earth. It’s rain and nature, with the briefest sting of ozone as the sky lights up with his immeasurably powerful lightning.

All of that runs in him and you can’t believe that you’re lucky enough to be here holding him close.

“I will be as quick as I can be,” he says, deep tone settling in your chest.

“I wish you were back already.”

You can hear him laugh, just a small huff of air before he kisses the side of your head.

“You will be so busy with the park and then so exhausted you will pass out before you even have time to miss me.”

“I miss you already, doof,” you sigh.

“Will you promise me something?” he asks, pushing you back to meet your eyes.

“Anything,” you promise.

“Will you stay in the palace for me? I-I know that you were supposed to go down to the park to walk the new pathways and tree markers but I would feel much better about leaving you if I know that you’ll be here, safe.”

“You said there was nothing about this threat to worry about?”

Suddenly, a fear begins to grow in your belly. It twists it in knots and makes you nervous. Like if your marriage and all of this confidence you’ve found in yourself as Queen of New Asgard has been snuffed out, you feel like the nobody who sat in her room writing stories of lives you would never live.

“There isn’t, cherub. Not that we can tell. But we don’t understand it. With Stark and Banner having had delays in coming to install their extra measures of security, I was hoping that this inspection could wait until they had finished whatever business it was that drew them to Wakanda, but Steve says he is not sure how long they will be there.

“And until they can come, I--I cannot stand the thought of something happening to you, that’s all.”

Thor hooks his hand behind your neck, caressing your cheek as he ducks his head and gives you a reassuring smile.

Inside you’re at war with yourself. On the one hand, if he’s this scared, this threat is more serious than any of them are making this out to be.

On the other hand, Thor is so convincing in his words. You can clearly see the worry he has for you, for your safety. The tight hand on your hip tells you that he does indeed have some fear, but his gaze tells you that his favor is for his peace of mind.

So, you nod.

“Yes,” you give in. “I’ll stay here. I can work on the plans from my room and I have a lot of studying to do about the Valkyrie anyway.”

“Thank you,” Thor physically relaxes, his shoulders falling as a teeny bit of weight comes off them. “I will be as quick as I can be and then I will be here with you again and we can resume trying for that baby.”

“Thor about that,” you begin, licking your lips and wondering if he’ll even understand where you’re coming from. “I think maybe-?”

“Thor, I’m really very sorry. Y/N, if we don’t leave now we might have to extend the inspections until the day after tomorrow. Volstagg has to leave the planet for a short visit with his kin and cannot miss his window to do so.”

Thor stands taller, disapproving of the interruption, but he knows better and he leans down to kiss you.

“Can we continue this conversation when I return?”

You kiss him back as he leans down for another and nod when he pulls away, “Of course, Thor. Go. Hurry back.”

He gives you one more kiss, this one lingering before he presses in on your lips a little harder as if it pains him to pull away, then marches out the door without another look back.

The heavy doors close with a loud clatter and you’re left in the empty hall feeling strangely out of place.

You take your time getting up to your room. The bed looks huge without Thor sitting on its edge, pulling his shoes on in the morning with a groan of complaint at having to leave you so early.

His mornings are always full of rolling back into bed to cuddle you for a few more minutes before he has to go.

This morning feels like ages ago and maybe it’s because this really is the first time the two of you have been separated since before your wedding, but you miss him so much already and it’s only been minutes.

There’s a rush of air from the balcony, so strong it pulls your attention, but the smell that entices you has you running for the open door.

Through the rippling flowing curtains you see Thor in full armor, gold and black, his right hand wrapped around his hammer.

He opens his left arm for you as you reach him, pulling you right up against his body as he meets your lips sweetly.

“Mmm,” he mumbles.

“Why are you here? You’re supposed to be gone!”

You gasp, hands pressed to his chest as your heart pounds hard.

“Just one more kiss,” he simpers. “This is truly much harder than I thought it would be.”

“It’s only a few hours,” you tease, but you’re so ecstatic that you weren’t the only one feeling that ache.

“Too many,” Thor sighs.

“Then kiss me, and go. The sooner you’re gone the sooner you’ll be back.”

He obeys, and kisses you only less sweetly and with the passion to leave you wanting more.

He leaves you in a second rush of air leaving the smell of coming rain in his wake.

“Well, that was dramatic.” A voice interrupts from within your room. “You’d think he was going off to war.”

Moving inside, you find Hilde strewn across the chaise at the end of your bed, crystal bottle sloshing with brown liquid in her hand.

“Give us a break, it’s been nearly two and a half months since we’ve been separated.”

“Two and a half months is but a split second in time for us,” Hilde explains.

Her words give you pause and then the ache in your heart is hard to keep from spilling onto your face.

Hilde notices and quickly sits back up, “Your Majesty, I didn’t meant-”

“It’s alright. Really. It’s okay.”

With a quick smile at her you move to sit at your desk and put your feeble mortality out of your mind.

It’s not something you like to think on, and you’ve been good at forgetting about not only the significant age difference between you and Thor but also how fast you’ll age in your marriage and Thor will pretty much look the same as he does now.

Pulling over the large binder with the park plans, you reach for your phone to dial up Edgar, New Asgard’s senior construction manager and explain to him that you won’t be making your appointment for that afternoon.

“Good morning, Edgar. Yes, I’m doing well, thanks. I just wanted to give you a heads up that I won’t be able to walk the park today. Yeah. Thor has gone with Loki to attend to some things and won’t be back until early in the morning and I’ve had to take over a few things here in the palace. I’m so sorry, I hope you can forgive me.”

Edgar is all politeness and eagerness to please you and Thor. Like the rest of his people, they look up to the God of Thunder and for some reason, they’ve accepted you into their hearts openly.

“We should reschedule. Let me know when you can walk the grounds with me and I’ll-” You stop and listen to him assure you that he’s available at your convenience. “I appreciate that. I’ll give you a call tomorrow and we can set something up for later this week. Thank you, Edgar. Okay, bye.”

“It’s really not necessary to call him and tell him all that, you know? Just tell him you want to reschedule and he’ll do what you want.”

“I know, but that feels weird to do. I can’t just order him around. What if he had something special to do later in the week and me moving the appointment affects that?”

You throw open the binder and the map of the planned park. Already you and Edgar have marked it all up with red scribbles where things would need to be changed. You’d wanted a man made lake in the center, but you’ll have to settle for a small pond in one of the corners until more land can be leveled for a lake.

Several of the trees you’d wanted are not available so you’ve had to get new ones there too.

Every bit of this park has been selected by you from the type of grass, the stones in the pathways, to the wildflowers planted in the flower beds.

The responsibility of giving your people a space that they can love and appreciate stresses you out from time to time though you’ve pretty much accepted the weight of your crown.

Without another word, you go to work and Hilde, who you assume is here to be your personal bodyguard while Thor is out, gets up and presses a small button hidden underneath a small steel panel the size of Thor’s large palm.

She moves back over to the small breakfast table where you and Thor enjoy your first meal of the day in private, and sits back to wait patiently. Her bottle with drink has been abandoned on the chaise, now empty.

As your mind begins to focus on your work, you register Hilde telling Estrid to send for food and drinks.

“And make sure they bring her Majesty’s favorite snacks so that she can eat while she works. I’m sure she’s been neglecting her meals all day,” Hilde knows.

Time passes without you realizing and you do appreciate the small munchies that are brought and placed on the edge of the desk.

You eat without thinking and soon the plate is empty, wrappers littering the top right corner of your workspace as well as the floor below.

“Shit, what time is it?” You crane your neck around to look for Hilde and find the room empty.

Pulling your phone close you click the screen on to see that it’s just before dinner and Hilde is probably waiting for you down in the dining room.

You don’t bother changing much of your clothes. You slip out of your jeans and shirt and quickly pull a simple cotton dress on.

It’s customary to dress up for dinner a bit but without Thor here, you put in minimal effort and the burnt orange cotton dress is relaxed enough to let you breathe but nice looking enough to be presentable.

You’re tying the sash around your waist to heighten your curves as you make your way down the two floors to the dining room and fixing the wrists of your long loose cinched sleeves when you reach the hallway and look up only to gasp as Hilde stops right in front of you looking frazzled.

“Hey, what-?”

“I need you to know that he didn’t know about this. If he did, he would have warned you-us. I also don’t think he thought he’d be out when they came.”

She’s so stressed that you reach out to grab hold of her arms and smile through your confusion.

“Hilde, what are you talking about? Who’s here?”

You receive your answer only too quickly, “Is that you, Cherub? Queen of New Asgard?”

The snark is brief but familiar and you don’t need further explanation to know who you’ll see behind Hilde.

She steps aside to reveal Tony Stark, moving towards you a few steps until he’s standing right in front of you.

He bows.

“Oh, shit, please don’t do that,” you gasp, embarrassed.

Tony smirks, “Gotta follow the rules, Your Majesty.”

“Please, Tony. Just my name is fine,” you plead. “Really, I can’t bear anything else.”

“Queen’s orders?” he teases.

You genuinely chuckle, rolling your eyes before finally noticing his extended hand. Taking it, he lifts it to his lips to give you a quick polite kiss, then gently drops it.

“Thor wasn’t expecting you for another few weeks. Wasn’t there a mission? It was going to take a while?”

“My fault,” Bruce’s voice interjects.

Tony steps aside and you smile as your eyes find Bruce. He walks towards you both with his head slightly ducked, his hands held together at his front as he moves towards you nervously, wringing them.

“I kind of Hulked out and might have single handedly taken out the guys patrolling the building we were trying to get into. And then broke in through a wall and started a fire. And then sat on the mainframe of their computer system and lost us all the data we were trying to steal in the first place which cut our mission short by a few weeks.”

Bruce extends his hand and you take it, all too happy to see him again.

You’re halfway to a laugh at the chaos he seems to have caused when you notice a small head of swaying hair behind him. As your chuckle is caught in your throat, you freeze mid handshake, heart stuttering as those pretty brown eyes that have plagued a few of your nightmares meet yours.

“Jane…” you quietly gasp.

“Remember what I said?” Hilde asks, moving to stand by you.

“Oh, um…” Tony points at Jane as Bruce releases your hand and moves aside to give you full view of the pretty brunette dressed in a semi-formal pantsuit complete with thick jacket to combat the Norwegian temperatures that press in on the warmth of any home after the sun sets.

Jane is quick to give you a much better curtsy than she did the first time and then hesitantly offers you her hand, “Hello again, Your Majesty.”

“Jane has something to show Thor and well, you. Where is he, by the way?” Tony asks, giving the hallway a complete turn to see if he can spot Thor hiding behind some chair or doorway.

“Just, my name, please,” you tell Jane, giving her your hand and fighting the urge to run and shove your face into a pillow to scream in order to focus on the stronger urge of finding out why your husband’s ex-lover came all the way to your home to see him. “Thor’s out. He and Loki have gone to meet with Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun, and Sif to see how far along the outposts are.

“Does your visit have to do with the threat?” You turn back to Jane and slowly take your hand back.

“I’d really like to talk about it with both of you, if you don’t mind?” Jane explains.

“Listen,” Hilde begins, but you shake your head just a teeny bit and she stops and shuts her mouth.

“Okay, that’s fine. He won’t be back until tomorrow morning at the earliest, so join us for dinner?” With a gesture at the doors to your right, Estrid throws them open and inside is waiting a modest but still lavish feast compared to most dinners in common households. There are three main courses to choose from as well as plenty of sides to give the most picky eater options.

Even though there is plenty of food, they’re simple foods. Roast chicken, sandwiches, salad, soup, bread, rice, potatoes, and other vegetables. Lots of it, but plainly prepared.

Hilde had known you wouldn’t even really be tasting your food with Thor gone and now, you doubt you can find your appetite again to consume anything.

“Nice spread,” Tony admires, but he holds out his elbow for you and you take it.

He escorts you to your usual seat by Thor’s at the end, then pulls it out for you and as the others take to standing behind their own seats--Hilde across from you and the others wherever they’d like--they wait until you take yours before they even attempt to pull their own out.

As several younger looking men and women move in with pitches of ale and wine and water, you catch Estrid’s gaze as she whispers instructions to a much younger looking girl with very curly dark hair.

The young girl rushes off when Estrid sees you need her and gives her a small push and a quick word.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” Estrid asks, stopping beside you and silencing the others as they had begun to dig in and chatter pleasantly.

“Have three rooms made up for our guests? Make sure they want for nothing while they’re here, alright? The best rooms for Thor’s close friends.”

“Yeah, I’ll take the suite,” Tony teases, and Estrid looks flustered for a moment before she realizes that he’s joking and then with a kind and surprised smile, she gives you a curtsy and then rushes off to do as she��s been asked.

“I’m sorry if the food isn’t more…” You can’t find the word to convey what you want to say, so you leave the sentence hanging there. “If I’d known you were coming, I’d have had Cook prepare you something nicer.”

“Oh, this is wonderful,” Bruce assures you, lifting his fork laden with broccoli and chicken.

He nods and smiles, then shoves the forkful into his mouth.

“Yeah, this is good,” Tony nods, using your name which gives you a strange sense of acceptance.

It’s casual, the way he says it. It’s like he really has welcomed you into his circle after your visit with them during your honeymoon.

“We can’t all have lobster every night. Bruce is allergic.”

“What?” Bruce asks, slightly stunned. “Me? I’m not…”

“Aren’t you?” Tony asks.

“No,” Bruce shakes his head, flabbergasted.

“How come you didn’t want to eat those Lobsters on Fourth of July then?” Tony demands, dropping his hand so that his fork clinks against the side of his plate.

He’s starting to look upset.

“You bought the box off some guy standing at the mouth of the alley where we were catching arms smugglers!”

“What’s your point?” Tony demands.

As their banter flows, you keep a pleasant and appropriately amused smile trained on the pair of them but you have one eye fixed on Jane and carefully you take a few hurried looks at her. Admiring the way her hair falls softly against her shoulders and the way she eats with poise and why the hell did she have to come in person?

Hasn’t she ever heard of fucking e-mail?!

#king!thor x reader #thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #thor x read fanfiction #thor x reader fanfic #thor x reader fic #royal au #arranged marriage au #a wife for thor #a wife for thor pt14 #marvel fanfiction #marvel au

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doc-pickles · 3 years

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happy anniversary!!!

hello friends, a sappy order of business for the day. one year ago today I posted the first chapter of ‘it’s nothing funny just to talk’. that fic and the outpouring of love from the jolex fandom is what got me to keep writing, keep posting, and eventually got me to start the jolex group chat and find a group of people who I love deeply and consider some of my closest friends. today is a very special anniversary and i’m so excited to be able to celebrate it.

so in honor of this super exciting day here’s another installment of my ‘it’s nothing funny just to talk’ follow up series. enjoy and thank you tons for all your love and support! also definitely didn’t post this at 11:55….

xoxo nina

“You’re going to have to quit your job.”

“Sorry what?”

“I can’t do this Alex! I need you to come back home.”

Jo’s pleading voice tugged at Alex’s heart strings, wishing desperately that he could come back home. It was his first day back at work from paternity leave and he’d hated leaving Jo and Annie earlier that morning. Annie had been going through a growth spurt and eating more frequently, leaving Jo exhausted and worn down during the day from being up all night nursing. Alex did his best to help her out during the day but now that he was working again he knew she was probably struggling.

“You’ve been gone for five hours and I’m pretty sure she’s been nursing for four and half of those. I tried to get up to pee and she just wouldn’t stop screaming,” Jo sounds like she’s on the verge of screaming as well, quiet sobs echoing across the phone line. “I can’t do this, I’m not supposed to be a mom. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

“Babe, you’re the best mom I’ve ever met. I’m sure you’re doing fi-,” a loud wail interrupts Alex’s statement as Annie begins to cry. “Put me on speaker.”

As Jo wrestles with both the phone and Annie, Alex sneaks off to a quieter hallway of the peds ward. He looks around to make sure none of his colleagues are close by as he hears Jo attempting to calm Annie down again.

“Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long,” as soon as Alex began to sing the old tune Annie’s cries started to lessen. He paused for a moment, continuing again when Annie began to fuss. “And wouldn't it be nice to live together, in the kind of world where we belong?”

As Alex continued to sing, Annie’s cries began to get quieter until they were nonexistent. Finally he heard Jo let out a sigh as she spoke up, “She’s finally asleep in her bassinet. Thank you, I was starting to lose my mind.”

“Go take a shower and then take a nap. I won’t be too late today,” Alex’s eyes flicked down to the golden band on his left hand, trying to convince himself that the perfect life he was living wasn’t a dream. “I love you, I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too. And thank you for calming her down,” Jo’s voice finally sounded calm as she let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you’re my husband.”

“And I’m glad you’re my wife,” Alex and Jo exchanged goodbyes before he hung up, turning to go back towards the main area of the pediatrics floor.

“So do you normally sing the Beach Boys to everyone you talk to or is that just a Tuesday thing,” Alex almost jumps six feet in the air at the sound of Arizona’s voice, turning to eye the blonde who’s wearing a wide smile. “Go home, I know you just got back but it sounds like you’re needed much more there than you are here.”

“Robbins I’m fine-“

“You might be fine but your wife is probably struggling at home,” Arizona shoots him an understudying look before turning back to the chart in her hands. “Besides we’re over staffed here anyways, you going home helps us out.”

Alex only hesitated for a moment before squeezing Arizona into a tight hug and heading towards the attendings lounge to grab his wallet and keys. Any other day he would’ve fought back and tried to stay for the rest of his shift, but deep down he knew that he really was needed more at home.

After stopping to pick up a pizza Alex made his way home, grinning to himself as he walked through the door of the loft. Jo was laid across their bed, one hand resting on Annie’s chest as she laid in her bassinet. Both girls were fast asleep, oblivious to the fact that he’d just walked through the door. Setting down the pizza on the counter, Alex busied himself picking up around the loft and straightening things out.

“Alex? What’re you doing here?”

Jo’s voice prompts him to turn around, moving from the couch where he was folding laundry to the empty side of the bed, “Over staffed at work, Robbins sent me home. But it looks like you two have it under control.”

“She’s gonna be up soon to eat,” Jo laid her head in Alex’s lap, his fingers threading through her hair as her eyes closed. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost… 2 o’clock. Hey look at that,” Alex looked down to his phone, a smirk lighting up his face. “It’s our anniversary.”

While they truly hadn’t gotten together until Jackson and April’s wedding, Alex and Jo had made it a tradition to celebrate their relationship a few weeks before on the date that Jo had first texted him. Now though, on their third anniversary, both of them had forgotten about the day.

“I knew I was forgetting something,” Jo groaned, looking up at Alex. “I’m sorry I didn’t do anything for you, I can barely remember to shower everyday.”

“It’s okay, I forgot too,” Alex leaned down to press a kiss against Jo’s forehead, grinning as he looked over at Annie. “We have a newborn, we’re allowed to drop the ball on these things.”

“Next year though, I’m gonna go all out,” Jo grinned, letting a groan out just a moment later when Annie began to fuss. “What did I tell you?”

Alex moved to grab Annie, watching as she blinked up at him in fascination. The little girl in his arms was everything to him, her and Jo being the center of his whole world.

“Annie say thank you to mommy for getting drunk and texting daddy,” Alex grinned through Jo’s protests, continuing to talk to the infant. “If she hadn’t done that none of us would be here right now. And I don’t know about you but I really like having you and mommy around.”

“Well when you put it like that, you’re welcome,” Jo leaned up and pressed a kiss to Alex’s cheek. “I guess I made a good call, right Doctor Evil Spawn?”

“Of course you did Bar Princess.”

#jolex #jolex fanfic #jo x alex #jo karev #jo wilson #alex karev #greys anatomy #grey’s anatomy fanfic #nina writes #infjtt #jolex fanfiction

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years

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The Lady in the Black Leather (Ch 21)

Catch up here [chapter 20]

Aiden x Scarlett, Graham McTavish, Reader

You, Aiden & Scarlett visit for a while, then Graham shows up with a pretty bouquet of brightly colored daisies and mums with a big sunflower in the middle of it, and a tray with two coffee cups and a brown paper bag in the other hand. He had a ‘get well’ balloon also for you, which was tied to the vase of flowers.

You giggle and thank him for them. He grins and sets the flowers and balloon down on the windowsill next to the ones from Aiden and Scarlett.

He comes and gives you a little hug and kisses your forehead. “How’s my girl doin?” he asks.

You grin, “Don’t let Rich hear you say that!” you tease.

He grins, “Well, me and Gwen laid claim to ya before Rich did, so he’ll have to just deal with it.” He says cheekily, making you giggle. “So, how are ya doin?” he asks.

You shrug. “Tired, my leg hurts, and I’m hungry.” you reply and grin when he sets a bag on the table and hands you a french vanilla cappuccino from the tray.

“Well, breakfast is here now, so at least ya won’t be hungry anymore.” He chuckles. “Don’t they have ya on pain meds?” he asks you.

“Yeah, but I told the nurse I didn’t want them till I had some breakfast in me. I’ll get them in a bit.” You tell Graham.

Grinning, you dig into the bag, seeing pastries like what Todd has delivered each morning. You look up at Graham. “Where did you get these from? They look like the ones Todd has delivered each morning at the shop!” you ask.

He grins. “I got them from the pastry shop that he gets his from. They asked why his shop was closed and then saw the note Rich left on the door this morning. They said to tell ye and Todd that they wish ye both a speedy recovery!” he says with a smile

You grin and take a bite of a strawberry scone and let out a happy little groan. “I love these ones! These and the doughnuts with the icing and the strawberry or cherry fillings! OOOooohhh they are the BEST!” you giggle.

There’s a knock at the door and a young lady is standing at the door with two big bouquets of flowers. “Excuse me Miss, but are you Harley?” she asks.

You nod. “Yes.”

She comes in and tells you, “These are for you. Where would you like them?” She asks.

Your jaw drops. One bouquet is two dozen red and pink roses with baby’s breath and purple lavender filler. The other is a bouquet of 6 yellow roses, brightly colored fuji mums and daisies that were colored brightly with food coloring.

Scarlett gets up and takes the bouquet of red and pink roses. She sets it down on the table and looks for a card. “Aaahhh! Here it is!” she says and hands you the card.

You open it up and see it’s from Richard. “For the love of my life. You mean the world to me, Sweetheart. I hope these brighten your day. I’m thinking about you & know I love you more than anything in the universe! Xoxo – Rich”

You grin and show it to Graham, Aiden & Scarlett. They all smile, and Scarlett puts the card back on the plastic stand and Graham takes the bouquet and puts it on the windowsill next to the other ones.

The delivery gal hands Scarlett the other big bouquet and then heads out to do more deliveries after you thank her for bringing them up.

Scarlett digs around in the bouquet and finds another card. She hands it to you, and you open it up to see it is from the Police Department that Alex, Todd and Jack worked for. It said, “Heard what happened, wishing you a speedy recovery! Our thoughts and prayers are with you! – Inspector Kathleen Walsh & your friends at the NYPD 19th Precinct.”

You look at Graham and Scarlett in surprise. “The police department sent me flowers?” Graham chuckles. “Apparently so Sweetheart!”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Well, that was nice!” you state.

They all nod. Graham takes the flowers and puts them on the windowsill as well. “You’re getting quite the collection, Sweetie!” Scarlett teases you.

You grin. “They’re making my room smell nice, that’s for sure!” you say, grinning.

Your doctor knocks on the door casing and then steps in. He talks with you for a bit and checks the wounds on your leg after shooing everyone out into the hall.

He asks you about all the scars on your legs and you explain they go all the way up onto your crotch. You tell him that the ones on your legs were from your last three boyfriends you had before meeting Richard. And you tell him the ones on your crotch were from the ex-boyfriend, Ben, who shot you. You ask him to make a note of you telling him that to put in your medical file. That you don’t want anyone thinking it was Richard who gave you them. You explain you never had reported the abuse from your ex boyfriends because of fear since the ex-boyfriends had all threatened you that if you told they’d go after you and your family. He nods in understanding and makes a note of it in your file.

He tells you that he doesn’t want you walking on the leg for a few days, and that you may use the crutches ONLY to get from your bed to the restroom in your room and then back to your bed for now. You nod. He asks if you need any stronger pain meds and you shake your head.

“I’m due for them when the nurse comes back with them. I told her I wanted to wait to take them till I had some breakfast in me first.” You reply.

He nods and tells you he will check in with you tomorrow morning then and tells you to have a good day.

Your friends come back in after the Doctor leaves and they have another two bouquets. You roll your eyes and giggle. “Now who are these from?” you ask.

Graham sets a small oblong flowerpot on the table with Hyacinths, tulips, daffodils and crocuses on the table in front of you. You grin and take a deep breath. “Oooohhh! Those smell wonderful!!!” you pull the card off the flower pick and read it. It’s from Captain Angel L. Figueroa Jr. & the NYPD 1st precinct and says: “Wishing you a speedy recovery, Harley! Our thoughts and prayers are with you as you recover!”

“Awwww! That’s sweet!” you say and put the card back on the flower pick.

Scarlett takes the planter and puts in on the shelf by the sink so you can smell them when people open the door to enter and exit.

The other bouquet is pink and white stargazer lilies and hot pink roses and lighter pink carnations with some greens. You look at the card and see it’s from Lee Pace. It reads: “Wishing you a speedy recovery and hope you and Phantom are doing well.”

“Oh! Those smell lovely too! It’s gonna smell like a flower shop in here!’ you giggle.

Graham and Aiden chuckle and Graham adds the flowers to your collection on the windowsill.

Scarlett looks at the time and nudges Aiden, who glances up at the clock and sees they need to get going to the studios. “We gotta get going, Harley. I gotta film some scenes this afternoon, and Scarlett’s gonna go check on the shop for you and Todd.” He tells you.

They both give you a hug and tell you they will see you later on. You wave goodbye and they head out.

The nurse comes in with your pain meds. “Are you ready for your meds, Harley?”

You nod and she gives them to you. You down them with your water and she makes a note in your chart on the hospital’s computer. Then she heads out after seeing if you needed anything.

You look at Graham and say, “Now what do we do?”

He chuckles. “Well, what would you like to do?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Graham, can you tell me about your family? I don’t even know their names, you said your wife told you to tell me ‘welcome to the family’.” You said. “You must’ve been telling her about me.”

He chuckled. “Aye, Lass, I told her ‘bout you. How I met you, and how I was tryin’ to hook ya up with Rich. She wanted to see what ya looked like, so I sent her the pics I took.” He explained. “Didn’t want her worrying if the Papparazzi snuck photos of us when we all do stuff together.

Scarlet told me your parents died a few years ago and I mentioned it to Gwen… It was her idea, actually, to ‘adopt’ you, so to speak.” He giggled. Gwen is my wife. Our two daughters are Hope and Honor.” He tells you, “Honor was born in 2006 and Hope was born in 2012.” He says beaming with pride. “I’ll show you pics of them later.” He says. “They live in New Zealand where we have a house.” He tells you.

You look at him surprised. “I thought you were from Scotland, though?” you ask.

He chuckles. “I am, Lass, but I’ve lived all over the world. We decided to settle in New Zealand, though, after living there while we filmed The Hobbit.” He explained.

“Oh! I saw a lot of the bonus features on my Extended Edition DVD’s of the Hobbit. It looks absolutely wonderful! It’s on my bucket list of places to visit someday.” You tell him with a big grin.

He chuckles, “Well, Lass. I’m sure Rich wouldn’t bat an eye taking you to come visit us there. He loved it there as much as we did and considered buying property there, but he’s so busy with filming and such, he said he’d rather wait till he got older and started to slow down with work.” Graham tells you.

“Graham?” you ask.

“Yeah, Sweetheart?” he replies.

“I want to do something special for Rich, but I don’t know what to do. He doesn’t like to talk about himself, so trying to find out what kinds of things he likes, I’m finding is rather difficult. Do you think you could help me?” you ask. “I know he likes chocolate ice cream, wine, legos and reading. But that’s about it.”

Graham chuckles. “Yeah, he is an introvert and shy, so whenever people ask him personal questions, he tends to shy away from them.” He tells you. He gives you a few ideas of things Richard would like and suggests to just be observant, “You’ll learn more about him from just observing and listening, than from anything else, Lass.

He’s moody and grumpy sometimes, but don’t let it get to you. It’s just how he gets into characters he portrays. He’ll often take them home with him and struggle to let ‘em go. Maybe having you around will help ‘im with that, Lass.” Graham tells you.

“There’s so much I don’t know about the film industry.” You sigh. “I’ve never seen how one is made from start to finish. He asked if I’d come with him when he travels for the promotional stuff for the film too. I’ve never traveled very much tho. He said something about finding out the details for taking Phantom with too, so I’d feel safe.” You tell Graham.

Graham grins. “It would be nice for him to have ye with, Lass. I know I’d enjoy having you with us. My wife and kids don’t travel much with me. It’s such a long flight from New Zealand to the US and Europe that they don’t make it very often to join me for premieres. It’s a whirlwind of a time, and is exhausting, but it’s a lot of fun too. You get to meet a lot of people and just sit back, relax and talk about the film with interviewers. If you do come with, we’ll be sure ya are well taken care of.” He tells you.

You giggle and grin. “Graham, did you get my dress from Aiden’s? Don’t let Rich know anything about the dress. I don’t want him to see it or see me in it until he picks me up for the event! I want it to be a surprise!” you tell him.

He gives you a positively evil smirk and says, “Your wish, is my command, Sweetie. And yes, I picked it up from Aiden’s last night before I headed home. It’s in my closet in my bedroom, which he won’t dare go into. Scarlett said I should hang it up so it wouldn’t crease the velvet.” He tells you. “I’ll take ye to go have it altered to fit ye when they let ye outta here.” He says.

You grin and happily clap your hands. “I can’t wait!

Graham chuckles and rubs his beard, thinking.

“Graham, do you ever do Skype or Zoom or FaceTime your family? You’re always saying I remind you of your daughters.” You tell him. “I thought it would be nice to say hi to them and talk with them and your wife, if it was okay with you. I don’t know how the time differences work between there and here though.” You mention to him.

He glances up at the clock and you can see him working out the time differences in his head.

“Well, Lass, it’s about 1am there right now. Well, if ya can wait till around 3 or 4 pm our time this afternoon which should be able to give them time to get up and get ready, then we can give them a zoom call, we’ll say “Hi” and I’ll introduce ya to them!” he tells you.

“For now, though, what do ya want to do?” he asks. Phantom comes over and sniffs all the flowers on the windowsill and ‘wuffs’ at them.

“What? Don’t you like all my pretty flowers, Phantom?” you ask. He chuffs and comes walking over to your bedside. Graham smiles and gives him a good scratch. “Do ya need to go outside, Boy?” he asks.

Phantom gives a short yip and Graham stands up. “I’ll go take him out to do his business, then we’ll be right back, Sweetheart. Did someone take him out last night or this morning?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe the officer had one of the nurses take Phantom out. You’d have to ask him.” You tell Graham.

He nods and clips the leash on Phantom after he adjusts the service jacket. They head out and Graham stops to talk with the officer. The officer tells him he had one of the nurses take Phantom outside when he needed to go to the bathroom, and she brought him right back up. He did say they played with the rope toy for a bit having a tug of war.

Graham chuckled. “All right. Well, we’ll be back in a bit.” He tells the officer.

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cherryalt · 5 years

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Intro: Wednesday 05/06/19 - So I’ve been wanting to start a short journal about what I do, how I do it, and just document some things in regards to my life. The issue is I am notoriously known for starting something and never going ahead with the task at hand so, it really wouldn’t surprise me if I give this up after a week or so. Nevertheless I am going to do a beginning post, because why the f**k not never hurt to try something new. It’s currently cold, I’m drinking tea, and wondering how I should upload this cute selfie of myself onto instagram. By the time this post is done, that selfie will be up and... this whole sentence will be pointless :) In this post i’ll go through some pondering things, experiences, and also a bonus paragraph down the bottom :)

Podcast?: I’ve been going to gym for the past three weeks now, just to give myself that little bit of get up and go I really need and... it’s been going surprisingly well. I mean, haven’t been getting out of bed as early as I would like, but I have been getting to the gym and doing a decent amount of cardio. And while exercising I’ve been doing something I don’t normally do. Listen to podcasts, art podcasts in fact, and man - sometimes it really does give me the drive to keep pushing through some of the stuff I’m facing every day. Just hearing some of the misery and hardships that other artists face, is really helping me provide a positive outlook on my day. Especially with the traumatic experience of my last *creative* job, causing me to dive into an existential depression. We live in such a visual culture because of social media applications, where all this status is represented by high living, beauty, and large numbers; and that this is what the actual representation of the artist is. Yet completely ignoring other factors and points which have more importance and significance over the work. And sometimes, so many people just forget having a laugh at all the serious wank that is produced today is more than often really how art should actually be received. And that’s a positive not a negative. I’ll link the references of what art podcasts I’ve been listening to down the bottom.

So this all got me to thinking... what if I did a podcast? Would it be engaging? Would people listen? Is my voice pleasing to the ear? Am I just copying my flatmate, or am I merely just inspired by him? These are all questions I’ve been thinking about, and also... am I as a person with feelings and opinions INTERESTING? ? ? I feel like to some extent I am, maybe, hopefully - is that self-centered to say? I just think I’m over the top, so, charisma I can supply. So I’ve kind of been mentally brainstorming some ideas around about what I could talk about, trending topics, the execution, the attraction - and I think I’m gonna take the dive. I’m inviting my friend Gen along, who I think would really help support the engagement and just keep the whole thing entertaining. Title idea - Shan & Gen Talk About Shiz. It’s a working progress.

Panic Attack: On other news, two nights ago I had the unfortunate experience of having a panic attack completely out of the blue which was definitely not fun. The whole weekend I had been feeling quite shit, some things just weren’t adding up, and for the whole time I was in the state of a bad mood. So before that, me and Gen had spent some time working on the creation of our *handmade* tote bags (which is going very slowly through trail and error). So after that, I came back home and did what I always do - hopped on the computer to do some work. I’m currently working for a small charity and *attempting* to design some motion graphics for them. So while I sat there at my computer looking at the screen, my head just became blank all of a sudden. I was very tired. Very tired. My breathing became slow and hard. The idea of bed wasn’t an option, I had to go to bed. So I slowly, walked up the stairs, jumped into bed, and put myself under the covers. I kept there in silence with my eyes open, for around twenty minutes. I truly believed I was lying. To then shorten things up, I knew I was in a bad place. I don’t know what caused it, how it happened, or why it was happening; but I knew I needed help. So I did what I always do in these situations - I called my mum up. I spoke with her for about an hour, doing breathing exercises and listened to her voice. I then sat up and started building a small nano-block figurine of a sexy bunny girl?? thanks japan. I messaged Gen to get some Valium, so she came over helped me out and just had some casual conversation with me. Thanks to drugs, I ended up falling asleep peacefully in the comfort of my sheets. Luckily the next day I woke up feeling a lil woozy, and a small headache - but recovered from my incident.

Conclusion: I could write a whole lot more, but I think I’ll keep it short and sweet for now and leave those other topics for another day. This week has been a challenge one for me, and truthfully I feel every week for me is challenging all in different aspects. But it’s nice to know I’ve got people rely on, and come help me when I’m having an emergency. I think lately these downfalls all come to the factor that I am as a person creatively lost a bit. I did a degree which I don’t want to utilize, I had a job which I fucking hated, and the capitalist nature in which our society functions is depressing. So what does this mean for me? Well, I don’t know haha - but I don’t think it hurts to just keep living, trying out new avenues in creativity and just experiment with things. And whilst I’m not making any money off of these little projects, I’m gaining experience in new fields and most importantly having fun with it. Fingers crossed I won’t be receiving any future panic attacks, but *just* in case, I did go to the doctors and have gotten some good stuff for those emergency situations. So until next time, if you’ve made it this far thanks for being fab. I’ll post some cute things below. And if you did read this and enjoy it, please message me and let me know - will actually make my month lol.

Bonus:

PODCASTS:

- Abbi Jacobson, A Piece of Work https://www.wnycstudios.org/shows/pieceofwork (love this, very fun chill and good vibes. Not too intense)

- Honor Eastly, Starving Artist https://starvingartistpodcast.com/ (so grounded, so real. Chill and fun, and hit some pretty cool points. Longer episodes though, so settle in)

- Jennifer Dasal, Art Curious http://www.artcuriouspodcast.com/artcuriouspodcast (some of these I’m so into I am like oh my god, yas yas. Some are a bit eh, boring. But really good to get into if you wanna learn more about art history!)

CURRENT READ:

- Omar Kholeif, Goodbye World! Looking at Art in the Digital Age https://www.amazon.com/Omar-Kholeif-Goodbye-Looking-Digital/dp/3956793099 (trying to get into digital art more as a style, really vibing this book. Good references too! Tad bit expensive though for a small book)

- Lars Martinson, Tonoharu https://www.amazon.com/Tonoharu-Part-One-Lars-Martinson/dp/0980102324 (I don’t know if I recommend this or not! It’s all about that white person living in Japan experience - so I feel if you picked this up and had no knowledge about the situation the whole book would come off as awkward or weird. But I really enjoyed it!)

CURRENT MUSIC:

- Nilufer Yanya, Miss Universe https://niluferyanya.bandcamp.com/album/miss-universe (I really dug this album, its like that digital anxiety themed pop album. which I am so in the mood for right now. It also gives me chill the xx vibes! I recommend)

OTHER:

Pic of me hi xoxo

My nanoblock bunny creation. Complete with cleavage.

#blog #post #creative #melbourne #australia #selfie #nanoblock #panic attack #thoughts #wednesday

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imagineclaireandjamie · 7 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you will continue the Brian and Ellen au? I love it so so much 💗

Hi anon - I decided to write a new twist on Brian and Ellen’s story instead. Enjoy! xoxo, Mod Gotham

Claire Beauchamp tapped her foot impatiently on thelinoleum, lips pursed, watching the other students file into the room.

A creative writing class – a birthday gift from herroommate Geillis. It would be a nice break from all those biology andphysiology courses, she had said – and a chance to meet people who weren’tinterested in sickness for a living.

Claire’s eyes followed two sensitive-looking men – all henleyshirts and skinny jeans and moccasins – twins – as they shuffled in and satnear the door.

When was the last time she had had to write somethingthat wasn’t a lab report or a research paper? What business did she have tryingto string her own words together, when clearly there were so many morequalified people who would gladly do it? Who had more experience doing it?

“All right!” he head swiveled to the center of thehorseshoe-shaped tables, where an older but still strikingly beautiful womanthrew her thick black hair back over her shoulders. “Welcome to the WritingWorkshop. Where there are no rules, except to be nice to your fellow writersand their fragile egos.”

Nervous, tired, tentative laughter.

“I’m Diana, and I’ll be your instructor.” She bent totype into her laptop, turquoise rings flashing in the fluorescent light. “We’llbe going through a series of three prompts today, and I’ll allocate – ”

Quietly the door swung open, and a strikingly tall manwith a shock of red hair slunk in, heading for the only open seat – beside Claire.

“And I’ll allocate fifteen minutes per prompt. Then we’llworkshop a bit, take a quick break, and we’ll start it all over again.”

The young man flipped open his backpack and pulled out abattered laptop, emblazoned with heavy metal band stickers and a giganticsaltire flag. His elbow brushed against hers – Claire turned, and he offered aquick, devastating smile of apology.

“Now, you don’t have to follow the prompt, of course –but it’ll be easier for your workshop partner if you do. Ready?”

Claire swallowed.

“All right – the first prompt is just one word, ‘surprise.’Fifteen minutes. Go.”

Immediately there was a rush of paper as the studentsbegan furiously scribbling in their notebooks.

Mind absolutely blank, Claire stared at the blinkingcursor on her laptop screen.

Bloody hell.

The man to her left also did not start right away – but turnedhis head, clearly thinking.

Well then, Beauchamp – you’ve had plenty of surprises inyour life. Should be easy to translate one into a writing exercise…

I don’t think Iever said goodbye. “Good morning,” definitely. “I love you,” I hope. But how coulda five-year-old ever consider that the life she knew would ever change?

My mother wasalways very well-dressed – flowing skirts and colorful blouses and beautiful,shining hair. She didn’t have the curls I was born with – those came from myfather’s side. He was always much more sedate – I don’t ever remember him notwearing a business suit. He worked a lot, had built a successful lawpartnership and was willing to do whatever it took to keep the practice going.

I don’t rememberhim nearly as well as my mother. He would read to me at night, and tuck me in,and taught me how to ride a bicycle when I turned five (and kissed my skinnedknees all better). But my memories are more like images – disconnected snatchesof smells and sounds and the way the light would shine off his glasses when heworked late in his home office.

Mommy and I spent alot of time together – in the park, at the library, at home playing with dollsor cooking in the kitchen. She loved me, and cared for me, and even at thatyoung age I knew I was happy.

I’ve never likeddriving – or riding in – convertibles because the last time I saw them, Daddy wastooting the horn of his Jaguar and Mommy was holding on to her hat with onehand and blowing me kisses with the other.

So happy – not knowingthat so soon, it would be so sad…

Fifteen exhausting minutes later, she saved her draft.

“All right!” Diana enthused from the front of the room. “Nowfind a workshopping partner, swap stories, and take a few minutes to read.Remember, positive feedback is always best!”

“Excuse me?” Claire looked over her shoulder to see thelatecomer, her neighbor, smiling tentatively. “Would you mind swapping stories?”

Just the briefest of hesitations. “Oh – no, no that wouldbe great.” Carefully she handed over her laptop and he gently took hers.

“Now, remember – please focus on positive feedback.”Diana raised her voice over the hum of conversation. “And we’re going to assumethis is all fiction – that it’s not autobiographical.”

“Mine is autobiographical,” Claire said quietly. “And Iwant you to tell me if it’s terrible.”

“That’s just as well – because mine is, too. Well – it’sa true story, anyway,” he amended. Smiling.

She held his gaze, but then tore away. “Well then – let’sread?”

He nodded, and turned toward her screen.

She inhaled softly, browsed the open windows in histaskbar – WhatsApp, Word, Firefox, iTunes – and shifted her eyes to the top ofthe page.

Ellen MacKenzie wasthe most beautiful girl in town – so all the men said, anyway. And when sheannounced her engagement to Malcolm Grant, the star quarterback of the highschool football team, all of Leoch knew that a big celebration was in order.

For Ellen’s parentswere the wealthiest family in the tiny town – and Malcolm’s father was businesspartners with Ellen’s father. The couple had grown up together – had datedthroughout high school – and a marriage uniting the two families was a foregoneconclusion.

Ellen’s best friendgrowing up was a quiet boy whose father worked as the janitor in Mr. MacKenzie’soffice. Murtagh FitzGibbons always looked out for Ellen – keeping her safe fromthe mean girls and boys on the playground when they were little, fighting offdrunken football players at high school parties when they got older. He was inlove with her – and she knew it – but they both knew he wasn’t right for her.That their families would never approve.

Of course Murtaghwas invited to Ellen’s engagement party – for he was to be the Man of Honor ather wedding. As Murtagh had no date of his own to bring to Ellen’s party, he broughtalong his cousin Brian Fraser – who was visiting from out of state.

The story goes thatMurtagh introduced Brian to Ellen two days before the engagement party, at acasual family barbeque held in the backyard of the MacKenzie estate. ThenMurtagh got distracted and needed to help organize the food and drinks, leavingBrian and Ellen relatively alone in the gazebo on the pond in the far corner ofthe backyard.

Two days later, theguests arriving for Ellen’s big engagement party had to be turned away. ForEllen had run off with Brian Fraser during the night, destination unknown.Murtagh secretly followed behind a few days later, and served as the onlywitness to their wedding.

Life after that washard for Brian and Ellen, but they knew they had done right…

Claire gasped, laying one hand flat on her sternum. Whata surprise, indeed – and such a sweet, gentle story this man had shared withher.

“You say this is a true story?” she whispered hoarsely.

He turned from her screen and smiled tentatively. “Yes,it is. Brian and Ellen were my parents. Murtagh is my godfather.”

Her eyebrows lifted almost to her hairline in surprise.

“And I’m reading your story correctly – we have somethingin common. We love our parents, and miss them greatly.”

Her eyes shone with unbidden tears.

His eyes, so blue, locked with her own.

“I’m Jamie,” he whispered. Mesmerized.

“Claire,” she rasped.

“Time’s up!” Diana’s voice cut through the classroomchatter. “All right, ten minute break and then we’ll be back at it!”

Jamie boldly reached over to take Claire’s hand.

“Do you mind if we find somewhere else to go, Claire?”

Her heart stuttered, and she didn’t stop to think. Onlyreached over, closed her laptop, and stood.

“Let’s go.”

His teeth flashed in an ear-splitting grin, and he packedhis own bag, took her hand, and let her lead him into the hallway.

#;mod gotham #featuring: brian #featuring: ellen #featuring: writer!jamie #featuring: writer!claire #this may or may not be based in part on my own experience in writing workshops

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youmightaswell · 7 years

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RIP MINI

Thanks to everyone offering condolences about my sweet Mini. So I don’t have to discuss this over and over, here’s what happened: This morning was normal. Mini was happy and perky. I took him across the street to the groomers for a nail clipping. He was feisty and ate two treats there. We walked home and he was super energetic. I put him in the apt. and grabbed books to return to the library. I returned 20 minutes later to find him dead under my coffee table. I called my vet and raced there. He was still warm. She didn’t think it was natural causes so she drove me to the hospital and they are doing an autopsy. I should know within a week. He had a full checkup 2 weeks ago. And prior he had been sick 3 mos before and the hospital checked every organ… Aside from melon disagreeing with him and getting super sick from that, he recovered and was totally healthy and acting normal. It was a great honor to be Mini’s human. He was everything to me: my family, my son, my nurse, my vacuum cleaner, my heating pad, my muse, my pillow and my very best friend. He lived with me through a near-fatal accident, a divorce, six apartments/moves, a devastating painful and incurable disease, and the tedium of living alone. For the last four years during monthly painful IV treatment he would make it bearable by never leaving my side for the full 20 hours. We spent most every holiday together and because of him a fairly solitary life was less lonely.

***

Later with autopsy results

Update: The pathologist called back with the autopsy results. Finding them out made me feel much, much better. Turns out my little Mini had a rare cancerous tumor on his heart, undetectable by stethoscope or blood work. My vet said usually a vet knows it’s there because a pet will pass out over and over during the course of a year or so. She said it is usually painful and awful watching that happen and having to make the decision to put a pet down, so it is miraculous that Mini was active and normal until boom – the tumor got so heavy he just stopped breathing. All goodbyes should be sudden has never made more sense to me. I am very relieved that his death was quick and painless and was not related to anything I did or didn’t do. His passing is what I wish for in my own: quick, painless, after eating some treats on a nice soft rug.

XOXO forever my Mins. I hope to see you again someday.

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urwarriorangel · 7 years

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upcoming works, week of march 6th (or march 5th bc sunday is the first day of the week)

<3 hello lovelies! thank you so much for your patience with me! this is a list of pieces that I would like to get done in the future! a reminder that there is no timeline for these things, seeing as some of them are gonna be series’, some mini series’, and some will stand on their own. I’m gonna be working on multiple pieces at once, so thank you from current and future me for putting up with all my craziness! if there’s one of these (or something else) in particular that you can’t wait for, please shoot me an ask or a message and I will try my hardest to crank that out first! (a lot of your requests will be incorporated into these pieces so please bare with me) XOXO <3

Alec Lightwood

federal agent!au

You’re a part of the Witness Protection Program and your identity has been compromised. Some local news agency managed to dig up your past and real name and had it plastered across all their outlets. Alec is an agent for hire who is now here to protect you. He’s not too happy at first, but you grow on him.

punk!au

Alec Lightwood, the resident punk of the school, and you, the ultimate goody two shoes, get paired together for a class project. You reluctantly go along with the pairing, thinking Alec won’t do much work. He ,however, is head over heels for you, and takes every chance he can to work up to your standards. You, of course are confused as ever but hey. He’s working, right?

Archie Andrews

lucky number slevin!au

A handsome stranger moves in next door, and you’re more than just a little excited. You introduce yourself day one, and god you hope you see more of him. You see a lot more of him than you intended, both physically and mentally. He’s caught your eye in more ways than one and he can say the same about you, through the highs and the lows.

college roommates!au

‘i got a bottom bunk and you’re the person who has the bunk above mine, now you only refer to me as “bottom” even though I’ve repeatedly told you i most certainly am not’

You want to punch Archie’s beautiful face in the second you find that he’s your roommate. You had spent the summer abroad, so you didn’t have much choice in roommates, but thankfully someone picked your name and you didn’t have to do much work when you got back. Un-thankfully, that person was Archie and he thought you were a boy!!!!! It’s not your fault your parents named you Chandler… stupid Archibald.

(@thesadlookonyourface)

Bellamy Blake

bodyguard!au

You’re a witness to a high profile murder and must be kept safe until it’s time for the trial. You need what you like to call a 24 hour babysitter. Bellamy is an old friend and a US Marshall. Once he heard what you’d gotten herself into, he volunteered to be your bodyguard. Do old feelings perk up or will Bellamy remain simply platonic?

Hogwarts!au

You had always wanted to be in a food fight, but food fights at Hogwarts were a little… magical to say the least. There was food flying everywhere and you couldn’t pin-point where it was coming from. The male prefect had managed to stupefy most of the boys and you’d done the same to all the girls. You took down their names and sent them back to their houses to get cleaned up. You sent the list of names over to McGonagall and stood there staring at each other for a few minutes before bursting out laughing. You two move around a little before coming to a consensus: you’d both bathe in the prefects bathroom. No peeking!

psychiatrist!au

Bellamy Blake’s been having nightmares nonstop since his mother died and his sister was taken away from him. You’re both a good friend of his and, as he liked to call you, “his favorite shrink”. There came a point in your practice when you realized that the only way to help Bellamy would be to find his sister. So you set out to do just that.

vampire!au (part two of ‘that’s not factual’)

You and the annoying history geek aka Bellamy get to know each other a little better, and you realize you don’t entirely hate him.

rivalry!au

You and Bellamy have always hated each other. You and Octavia have always been inseparable. This was never a problem because both your parents and the Blakes made sure that you and Octavia only hung out at either your place or someplace else that Bellamy wouldn’t be around. This has, however, currently become a problem because Octavia is getting married and you and Bellamy are both in the wedding: you as the maid of honor and Bellamy as the best man. This was going to be a TOUGH wedding to get through, but you both know you’d do anything to ensure Octavia’s happiness.

Bonnie Bennett

neighbours!au

If there was one thing you hated more than living alone, it was having your parents think that you couldn’t handle living alone. They were, of course, completely right, but you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing that. And they wouldn’t ever find out… except that they just called saying that they’d be coming over in a couple hours to drop off some supplies for you. You do the first thing that comes to mind: you ask your hot neighbour for some cleaning supplies. Bonnie assumes you need it to clean some nasty stain, and you don’t correct her. Because c’mon, with her smirking at you like that, how can you do anything?

Bucky Barnes

You’re the only person Bucky can talk to about HYDRA, about what they did to him and what they made him do. One night, after drinking every one of the Avengers under the table, he comes over to you and you two go over his scars. You had never seen Bucky so vulnerable yet so strong.

supernatural!au

You’d guarded yourself and your heart for over two centuries; that’s the longest any witch has ever been able to survive. You’d managed to manipulate vampire blood to make yourself immortal without having the cravings for blood. Your friendships never lasted longer than you needed them, your sexual relations a mutual no-strings-attached partnership until one person no longer wanted it. The one time that you keep a friend, that you have sex with a friend, he pulls out all your secrets. He hunts you. James Buchanan Barnes, world renowned hunter, was after you. And it was your fault.

undercover!au

the honeypot mission. watching your partner seduce some mark and trying not to have a fit, because the only person whose hands should be around that waist are yours!au

You and Bucky were good friends, but that was about it. You repeatedly expressed your interest in him, but all you got in turn was a small smile accompanied by a slight, embarrassed nod. So you stopped trying. Bucky, of course, was just bad at expressing himself. It’s not that he didn’t like you. You didn’t realize that until you’re both sent on a mission where you have to seduce the crazy, human-trafficking multimillionaire and all you could hear were Bucky’s curses every time the man touched you.

(@plinys)

Carter Baizen

soulmates!au

Soulmates were a wierd thing. I mean come on, ONE person who was meant for you? Reading minds? Riiight. You didn’t think you had a soulmate until one day, you were sitting in your Calculus class and all you could think about was how much you hated math and how another voice in your head kept telling you to shut up because ‘math is life’. Once realizing that the second voice wasn’t yours, you perked your head up and your eyes met with the class nerd’s. You hated it at first, but now that you were stuck in a math exam, you couldn’t be happier to have a little nerdy soulmate.

Chuck Bass

soulmates!au

Rules, a hierarchy, commands: a small list of things you absolutely hate. Of course, in the world you live in now, your life revolves around those three things. Get this–you supposedly already have a soulmate. The moment you step foot into the world, a mark becomes visible on your skin. Meet someone with a matching mark and BAM! You have a soulmate. When you turn 18, you finally have the opportunity to get it removed (you know some sketchy people, that is all). You’re finally in a leather chair, ready to have your tattoo removed and BOY is your remover a fine piece of ass. He can remove your pants if he’d like. His ‘soulmate’ would be lucky.

Daisy “Skye” Johnson

college roommate!au

From the get-go, you knew your roommate was a very sexually active person. This didn’t bother you. Hell, if you could get some, you’d be that sexually active too. What bothered you was how many times you walked in on her masturbating. Skye was hot, so damn hot, and it made you sexually aware every time you walked in on her. After it happened a couple times, you realized that maybe JUST MAYBE she wanted you to walk in on her.

Damon Salvatore

neighbours!au

There was a day-drinker living in your apartment complex and he d r o v e you crazy. Well, he was an hour-round drinker. It’s like Damon Salvatore lived to give you gray hairs with his stupid crooked smile and those disgusting sea blue eyes and those well-defined abs. God. He had a bad habit of walking into your apartment some drunken days. Normally, you’d walk him to his room and tuck him into bed and be a nice neighbour. But this time, you were pretty drunk yourself. You let him crash on the couch and you passed out on top of him.

Davina Claire

FWB!au

She was an outgoing, outspoken lesbian and you were a shy, quiet bisexual. You never expected your one-night stand with Davina Claire to last longer than, well, one night. It’s been a little over six months and neither of you seem to want to call it quits, so you decide to give her a pair of keys to your apartment.

Dean Winchester

assassin!au

You are a world-class assassin. You know the ins and outs of the business better than anyone. You’re the CIA/FBI/NSA’s dirty little secret. They use you when they need and when they’re done, they send a friendly goodbye note your way: each time, the note comes in the form of an assassin, and each time you have lots of fun with the assassin. You pretend to not know why they’re here, who they are, etc. Then, you send their head back to the agency. This time, it’s different. They send your best friend Dean Winchester. They send your best friend to kill you.

Derek Hale

superhero!au

You got the brainiac superhero powers whereas your annoying rival got all the physical counterparts. He can fly, he’s strong, he’s got laser eyes and crazy adaptability senses. You can read minds, you can alter thoughts and feelings, you can control actions and you can work the brain so hard into an overdrive that it kills the person. You’re an inside man for the government and you manage to kill a man who’s high up on the enemy list. The government leaves you to rot when the enemy finds you. Derek stays behind to protect you.

Elijah Mikaelson

FWB!au

Elijah was always decent, proper, polite. You never thought, for a second, that he’d take up your offer to have sex. He laughed at first, which you expected. He then looked at you, studying you for a few minutes before looking up and asking if you were serious. To which you, of course, squeaked out a little yes followed by an enthusiastic one. You never thought he’d be this way. You can’t complain, though.

Grant Ward

You and Grant are on a mission to bust a weapon smuggler who uses expensive boats to transport his gear. You’re both undercover as two strangers who happen to share an interest in boats. One night, you’re both invited to a night out by some of your fellow boat lovers, and Grant is a little too interested in what you have to wear. You’re decent friends and you always flirt back and forth, but nothing’s come of it. This time, though, Grant seems a little off.

Isaac Lahey

professor!au

You absolutely hated early morning classes more than anything. As your luck would have it, the one class that you needed to take this semester to insure your progress was at 7:30 in the morning, which was the ass crack of dawn for you. You tried hard as you could, but your insomnia would not let you sleep the night before and your body would not let you stay awake in that stupid class. One day, you walk in and notice a cup of coffee where you usually sit and the only other person in class was the professor. This is embarrassing.

Jace Wayland

“Y'know, I wouldn’t be so mad about this whole ‘I was secretly a criminal the whole time thing’ if you hadn’t just killed our professor, I mean c'mon dude I know he was a douche to me but that’s no excuse to just MuRDer SOMEONE.”

“Relax, I killed him because he was planning on killing you next week.”

(@ihavetoomanyaus)

Jake Riley

secret mission!au

“Keep going! Remember the mission!”“If the mission means I have to leave you behind, forget the mission.” (@promptlywritingideas)

You and Jake had been partners for a few months now, since Alex had taken time off to be with Jana and their child. You thought that Riley hated you. He only ever spoke to you if you two had a mission. Other than that, he wouldn’t even look your way. So you thought leaving you behind would be an easy choice for him. Needless to say, you’re surprised.

John Murphy

college!au

You catch Murphy jacking off and moaning your name. You let him get close to cumming before you make your presence known. Unashamed and angry, he pulls you against him whispering unimaginable things to you.... you of course, are putty in his hands. He then pulls away, leaving you trembling and desperate for more.

tragic incident!au

You’ve had nightmares almost every night since the incident. Some sociopath buried you alive and you still hadn’t been able to speak to anyone about it. You live in the same apartment as a former friend/flame: John Murphy. He tried to help you after said incident occurred, but you weren’t ready to accept help then. So you pushed him away like you did everyone else. One night, however, your screams become too much to bear.

supernatural!au

You were neither a member of the supernatural world nor a simple human. You were a protector of sorts, fighting to keep the balance in the world. Recently, a thief by the name of John Murphy stole a sacred artifact from a witch, a 1000 year old piece of hair or something of that sort. What he needed with that bit of hair? Not your concern. Why that piece of hair was so important? Again, not your concern. All you had to do was catch Murphy. No other complications whatsoever.

Jughead Jones III

we’ve lived in this tiny ass town where everyone knows everyone because no one leaves and when we were young we would sit up at night on your roof and i’d listen to you talk about how you were actually going to do it one day and you did but you never knew i’ve had a crush on you ever since back then so when you send me postcards from all these different cities with bright lights it makes my heart hurt and here we are several years later and i’m finally starting to move on but oh wait you’re back and my heart’s beating like crazy well fuck au

(@givemeaherocookie)

Katerina Petrova

neighbours!au

You just moved into a cheap apartment complex; there weren’t many apartments in New York that were budget friendly. You’re a med student, always staying up late trying to study. And every night, you hear your next door neighbour breaking down. One night, she’s crying because her coffee machine broke down. The next night, she’s slurring her words, mumbling something about ‘Stefan’. Each night it gets worse, and you–being the psych major that you are–decide to see if you can help at all.

Kol Mikaelson

BONES!au

You’re like Temperance Brennan (from BONES) and he’s like Booth. Only you’re not as dense or annoying as Brennan is and Kol is waayyyy more cocky. You two are assigned a murder case in Los Angeles. You have to pose as a prostitute and he’s your number one client. Kol’s having too much fun with this.

FWB!au

You just failed the one class that you needed to graduate and Kol was coming over in less than an hour for your usual antics. You wash your face and clean up your messy ass apartment, giving him your brightest smile the moment he stepped inside. You pulled him in for a kiss, wanting nothing than to forget and go unnoticed. Of course, Kol noticed and demanded that you tell him what was wrong

Malachi ‘Kai’ Parker

Kai is the local asshat, but he’s also a good friend of yours. One night, he comes over to your house battered and bruised and in desperate need of medical attention. He refuses to go to the hospital, swearing that he’ll leave before you can get him out of the house. So you decide to patch him up yourself, you’re a nurse at a local hospital. The pain leads to questions and confessions and god knows what else.

Marcel Gerard

FWB!au

If you and Marcel ever spoke more than ten words to each other, the local headlines would read: ‘ATTENTION NOLA CITIZENS! Friendly vampire Marcel Gerard has fallen in love! It’s true! He said more than 10 words to her!’ At least, that must be what he thought. He only ever came over to your place if he needed a sexual favor, ‘sexual healing’ as he called it. So, of course, when he brushed your hair out of your face or told you you looked beautiful, you thought he’d been either possessed or compelled.

Nate Archibald

soulmates!au

You weren’t born with scars, and this only meant one thing: your soulmate had the scars and you were the solution. It angered you to think of the person who was your other half having to suffer day in and day out. One evening, you had just finished working on the last car in the shop when a battered and bloody young man stumbled inside. He opened his mouth to say something, but he passed out before he got a chance to. You begrudgingly take him home and clean him up. The next morning, when you’re tending to his half-naked body, you notice hundreds of permanent scars. What if?

Niklaus Mikealson

assassins!au

You two are hired assassins. Normally you work alone, but for this case, the CIA put you two together. It’s a matter of national security. Your nation’s president is an illiterate, inconsiderate oompa loompa, and the CIA is scared (real life shocker) that he’ll turn this small democracy into a dictatorship. So yeah, you two have to go undercover and kill the president.

mr and mrs smith!au

You knew Klaus was a spy, but you never thought it’d come to this. Your firm gave you a mission earlier in the year: to kill Klaus Mikaelson. They, of course, didn’t know you were dating him. You assumed that Klaus got the same mission from his firm, but you thought that he, like you, turned the mission. Turns out your firm seeked him out and asked him to kill you. He’s standing here with a gun to your head as you stare at him, head held high and filled with turmoil.

(@plinys)

Octavia Blake

supernatural!au

You, a virgin, had turned into a succubus. What does that even mean? How do you live? You’d taken a vow of chastity before this whole thing happened. Your best friend Octavia was a fae, and when you told her about your situation, she’d laughed. She’d held her stomach laughing, and that ignited a wierd sort of fire in you. You… you wanted her. You just needed a small taste of her, just a little bit.

Raven Reyes

federal agent!au

Former partner, former lovers. Brought together once again to find a serial killer that everyone thought had died, Raven included. This was the case that caused both your professional and personal split. This is the first time you two see each other after the split and neither of you know what to expect. Thankfully, all you two have time to talk about is the case… at first.

Sam Winchester

assassin!au

You get your ass kicked by a six foot something guy only to find out he got the wrong guy. He apologizes and the CIA promises to pay for your medical bills and offer some spending money as well. You accept the apologies and the CIA’s monetary promises. You think nothing of it… until it happens again. Sam Winchester kicked your ass again and this time, he’s flat-out embarrassed. You wake up the next day in a comfortable bed, with the sweet smell of pancakes wafting into your nose. Damn it, Sam Winchester. What is going on?

Scott McCall

spy!au

‘You’re my new roommate and you’re friendly and snarky and normal most of the time but where do you go almost every other night and what do you do that has you crawling back through our window with blood-splattered clothes when you think I’m asleep that’s seriously disturbing and I’d ask but I’m honestly afraid you’d have to kill me if you told me even if I promise not to tell anyone else… guess I’ll just have to follow you next time and see how that goes’

(@stetervault)

Spike

criminal!au (part 2 of ‘i won’t tell if you don’t’)

Spike’s presence in your office has become a regular occurrence. Seems like he somehow knows all of these crime lords and to be frank, you don’t want to know how. This time you’re dealing with the mob that Spike, along with someone else you know, was a part of.

domestic!au

He comes home to you after a long day of work and you run him a hot bath. He, of course, begs you to join him and you, of course, happily oblige. He tells you about his day while you rub his back. He demands to return the favor, but of course he yawns about ten times while protesting.

Stefan Salvatore

neighbours!au

Your neighbour was a famous chef, and you couldn’t even make macaroni. It was kind of pathetic. Okay, you burnt your mac and cheese three times, it was really pathetic. For your last attempt, you perform the most rare trick: you set off your fire alarm. And, of course, Mr. Chef, also known as Stefan Salvatore (accent mark on the E), decides to pop by your apartment just in time to witness your latest magic trick. A stupid smile plays on his lips as he tries not to laugh while inviting you to his apartment for some dinner.

Steve Rogers

kal ho naa ho!au

You have terminal cancer. You’ve been diagnosed recently, and you’re dealing with it as best you can for the sake of those around you. You’re smiling, you’re making the most of the time you have left, you’re dancing, you’re singing. You rent an apartment with your good friend Natasha: the apartment is close to your childhood home. The one thing that you didn’t account for when planning your last few months was the tall blonde hunk that had just moved in the house next to yours: Steve Rogers. You didn’t think you’d fall in love with the same man that your best friend fell for. You didn’t think he’d fall in love with you.

Stiles Stilinski

You’re up late, tired of researching the upcoming terror that Beacon Hills has to offer, and Stiles decides to stop by and check up on you. You were always shy around him, but this time things fell right into place. Maybe it’s the fact that you hadn’t slept in 72 hours or maybe it’s the fact that you feel a rush of adrenaline every time Stiles smiles at you or brushes your hair out of your face.

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